by Nicky Temple | Mar 8, 2023
These ploughed, brown fields seem to be a mirror to my own soul. Perhaps part of me feels ploughed, dug into and turned over. I’ve noticed the fields lately. They seem bigger than usual, wide open and brown. The farmer’s have been busy ploughing, tending and preparing... 
by Nicky Temple | Apr 11, 2020
Death to resurrection: an Easter Sarurday meditation. As we sit in Easter Saturday, a reflection is offered on the moment between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. Good Friday – the death of Jesus, the body broken out of deep, deep love for us. The pause between...