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Heavenly light in my life

Heavenly light in my life

A few decades ago I, like many a recently engaged young woman, used to be delighted by the countless specks of light my brand-new diamond ring could “sprinkle” onto surfaces around me. The beauty of the refracted sunlight reminded me of the wonder of sunlight that I...
The language of hugs

The language of hugs

“Can you give me a hug?” Hugging a complete stranger, and a homeless one at that?! I was completely taken aback. This homeless man was selling Big Issue magazines in one of London’s Underground stations – and I was in a hurry. I wasn’t wearing a WWJD wrist band, but I...
Breathe!

Breathe!

From the depths of general anaesthesia I could hear the surgeon (also a family friend) calling to me: “Breathe!” at which I obligingly took a deep breath. This happened after a routine operation where the anaesthetist couldn’t get me to begin breathing on my own...