The place God calls you to is the place where your deepest gladness and the the world’s deepest hunger meet.
Greetings! I’m glad you have visited this small place on the internet where I try to make something out of the few words I have. You are very welcome here, please stay in touch.
My name is Kim and I live in the northwest of England. In the fifth decade of my life, wife of one, mother of four, sometime school teacher, you will find me thinking, reading, talking and listening, always trying to find the words to say the things I need to share. I was raised on good stuff: an East Anglian childhood, an undergraduate degree in theology, a qualification in nursing, several years of stay-at-home motherhood, some pretty bad bouts of depressive illness and lots of great books. More recently I taught school and joined the staff of my church as a children and families worker.
When I grow up I really want to be a writer, but probably more than that I want to be human, as fully human as it is possible to be. So I practice both these things, writing and being human, on this blog which I call Dappled Things, borrowed from a poem by Gerard Manly Hopkins. Here, I will share some stories, grapple with some problems and bring a little faith encouragement, some knitting and friendship whenever I can.
It would be great if you got in touch to let me know a small piece of your own story along the way and in the meantime I will share my story, every beautiful and terrible moment of it, as honestly and authentically as I am able.