Anita Mathias: Dreaming Beneath the Spires

Anita Mathias's Blog on Faith and Art

In Which I Decide to Forgive a Frenemy; For Nothing is as it Seems

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The snow fell over our Oxford garden and transformed it. I sometimes look at my garden, and think it’s getting rather scruffy, and resolve to get out with shears and secateurs come spring. But then snow falls, and the garden, a little bit … [Continue reading]

Walking Away from the Dreaming Spires; Walking Away from Joy

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Well, my daughter Zoe is in Cambridge today for her Entrance interview, and I have been thinking about Oxbridge interviews. Fielding describes being interviewed to read English at Cambridge by Kingsley Amis, “the world’s greatest satirist,” who had … [Continue reading]

In Which I Learn to Return to the Quiet Land of Prayer when I am Stressed

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In 2003, Hurricane Isabel passed over Williamsburg, Virginia where I lived for 12 years. Kingsmill, our neighbourhood, was particularly badly hit—we had, well, hurricane force winds buffet us for nearly 12 hours. The lights went out. Trees crashed … [Continue reading]

In which I Confront the Accuser of the Brethren, Or Divine Prozac for “Bad” Mummies

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  If the accuser of the brethren Has a favourite weapon, it is this: “Bad mummy.”   Yeah, he's always coming up against me “You should have nursed longer, Eaten better when you were pregnant, Given them less sugar when they were little, Read more to … [Continue reading]