Advent I, 2018 While the circumstances and specificity  of sightings will vary, let the Knowing unfold its wings and dance for our senses while still damp,  trembling with the wonder of grace and joy. And the Everlasting shall thrum beneath and within and around and through in proclamatory hope: Here and now  with the world…

My day began with extraordinary moments this morning.  Moments all the more wonderful for their simplicity. Bundled into a bright red wool coat that I found at a second hand shop my first year living here, I cleaned the frost from the windshield and was driving to the farmer’s market around 7 AM.  As I…

Word Made Flesh What is my account of how and where and when and to what end I have embodied Word? We all need saving now and again. I don’t mean saving because my soul is in danger of wilting or wasting or slipping away because of  boxes ticked or those left unmarked. I mean…

My morning has left me more than a bit astounded.  Even before heading to the Public Gardens for a good while, I had been given the gift of light in different ways…the Light blooming early and brilliant against the blue outside; the light of warmth that spreads after the first sip of coffee; the gentle…

Three separate things… I was invited recently to consider anew the Emmaus story… it is a favourite of mine anyway and has been good company these recent days.  In part…”Now while he was with them at table, he took the bread and said the blessing; then he broke it and handed it to them.  And…

Yesterday morning, I put away dishes and finished making beds after a large group had been in to use the Spirituality Centre on Friday and Saturday.  This was followed by Mass and friendly banter with the regulars who come. Next, a visit with a friend who is in rehab after a fall where she broke…

Limestone cliff on the east coast of Osmussar, by Axiraa ~Of all the stones of the archipelago, limestone has always been the best accomplice to metaphysics.  W.H. Auden , who so loved the karst shires of the northern Pennines, adored limestone.  What most moved him about it was the way it eroded.  Limestone’s solubility in…

I regularly hear people preach about how We only turn to God when there is tragedy or we are in need of something…   I don’t know how true that really is.  I wonder if it isn’t a matter of vocabulary…helping people expand their ideas about God language and those moments that can be acknowledged…

Improv for Dinner by Kimberly M. King, RSCJ I am fairly confident that my tastebuds just heard jazz delivered by a salad strewn with voices in a creative tension of flavor, texture, and color: Strings of zucchini, curled and coiled next to the jigsaw that once was chicken and the netsuke sphere of purple cabbage, tucked…

~I wondered about McRory-Smith’s journey north.  What questions had he asked of those he had met on his way?  What ghosts had he been in flight from, or in search of, that had brought him to this land?  What had decided him that he should settle here?  Perhaps it was only that there was nowhere…