In Irish households there is a long tradition of the ‘good room’, usually a sitting room with all the trappings and trimmings of a family’s history and memories. It was a room that was reserved

Noah’s eyes searched for any hint that someone in the village might be taking in what he had said. All glared back at him, laughter had long since turned to rage. No eyes looked at

While Jesus was struggling in the Garden of Gethsemane, his disciples, though physically present, were not with him in spirit. We are all familiar with the concept of being lonely, even within a group of

The first storm broke by the fire pit at the end of a long and exhausting day when Noah and his teenage boys had dug tirelessly for water. Noah was increasingly wary of the daily

Mothers and motherhood are rightly celebrated with a special day, a day set apart to acknowledge all that is noble, good and noteworthy (to paraphrase Philippians 4:8-9). Of course mothers deserve much more than one

Naamah was troubled, she knew Noah was unsettled. He wouldn’t speak of it but she saw it in his eyes, they never seemed to stay still, as if he was constantly searching for something. He

Noah and Naamah made their daily journey to and from the Oasis, ever aware of the eyes of young and old that watched them leave. Noah suspected some of the Taller-men who had been present

As the ancients gazed at the heavens, theirs was a linear mindset. The great lights that shone from the sky above were merited according to their size and obvious presentation. The stars were a mystery,

From her place of never-ending hiding Naamah could sense a change in the mood within the camp. Everyone was tense, on the edge; short terse conversations were being held just out of earshot. Even her

As the days lengthen and the sun breaks through wintry skies, and sea mists rise with the warming temperatures, it can be tempting to break out the summer wardrobe, to cast off the winter coats