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Well my living accommodation may have shrunk to one room but I have to say its got one of the best views I have ever had...

So why fuzzy edges?

Well partly because Mary suggested it and she is much cleverer then I being “proper” Oxbridge rather then my pale Anglia Ruskin imitation but mainly because I think its a good expression of me and my thinking.

I am passionate about creating fuzzy edges in the church, blurring the boundaries between the church and the world to such an extent that it’s not possible to say where one starts and the other stops, indeed it could be argued that neither should stop but that they should continually flow back and forth into each other, enriching both.

Latterly I have also been feeling that I have had my own personal fuzzy edges as gradually I disentangled myself from every bit of the life I knew to start again at theological college. Doing this has made me realise how much I defined myself by what I did rather then what I was. I was a librarian, Reader, brownie leader, daughter, sister, friend… I knew how to be these things, knew what kind of person I was doing them. Now, sitting here, surrounded by boxes and strangers I realise I have no idea who I am anymore, and that’s pretty surreal….
…but I also know that finding out is part of what the next two years of training are for. Lets hope I do.