CarolNadine writes poetry and prose about Christian faith and spirituality. She lives with an isolating chronic health condition. Here is a selection of her work. Her introduction piece is here: a reluctant anchorite.
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- A Little Child Shall Lead
I was thinking about the way that remembering my childhood-self has helped me to regain a healed sense of self in a post-menopausal landscape - Breaking The Cage
it’s not easy this writing game, trying to make something special with such everyday tools and material - Fraud
Feeling disheartened about this writing game. I love it. I love it so much. But… what does it do? If it doesn’t ever speak to anyone else is that okay? - Do Not Weep For Me
Today I’m choosing not to allow much time for editing, just raw response to the crucifixion story - Resetting the Nervous System (a morning prayer)
This poem reflects where the readings during morning prayer took me today - The Courage Path
This I wrote while reflecting on the life book I’ve just finished writing; the joy of reaching a point in life where fear begins to fall away, and being bold comes easier. - Sins of the Daughter
It seems easier somehow to write about darkness and gloom than sunshine and light. I spent days trying to make something from a poem I sketched about a glorious experience in a beautiful place, and I could only seem to capture the palest glimpse of the moment. - Escape
This celebration of writing was penned during a 4am insomnia session - A Reluctant Anchorite
I’ve been a writer for as long as I can remember. Writing stories, scripts and poems in diaries, on scraps of paper and smartphone notes – all of which ended up in the bin. By some miraculous turn of events something has changed in my life, this poem I share here was the beginning of it.
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