I had a beautiful conversation this morning and at one point my friend said, “These November things…” “Such a good title,” I said. These November Things The grey light beckoning,gently murmuring with sunlight,like a well known blanket rising. Walking the astral mosaic,the orange and the yellow, green, redstars, shining on the footpath heading homeward. The…
And Love your Neighbour as Yourself
A homily from this morning… When I work with people on writing…when I listen to people speaking… I am often thinking about coat hangers… the framework for the ideas or the story being presented. Can I tell what it is? Is there a foundation or a discernible structure…or, have the sentences all fallen to a…
Saturday Prayer
I began the morning with a trip to the Farmer’s Market. I go every Saturday I can and most of the time, I come away with veg or bread or fruit building blocks for meals during the coming week. I go for the produce, and I go for the aesthetics. I love the textures, the…
Wind-Watching, Life-Feathering
There are many things I enjoy about flying a kite: the time to think expansive sky thoughts and the time to simply let go of thought entirely; the simplicity of it—time, string, energy, resistance, direction; the fact that it happens most often in wide open places; the independent alive-ness of the kite—I have the string…
The Assignment
The assignment was to fall in love. The details were up to you. -Louise Glück- This was a recent contribution to the near daily morning message exchange with a friend. Our on-line conversation began during the Pandemic and we have kept it up…sometimes a photo, sometimes a song, often a snippet of a work or…
Stained-Glass Verse
There are days when I breathe deepest within the cradle of sensory input…When I need to push against something that already is in order to make space for what I am feeling or thinking. Coffeeshops are often perfect for that…it is indifferent input, asking nothing of me, not requiring response and not interrupting…just a steady…
Summer’s Kitchen
A Summer Kitchen The stillness of time alone in a summer kitchen,time given to the grace of preparing cool foods for sharing,soothes my being, my humid thinking,my heat thickened body that turns toward the herb-clean subtlety passing through on air that also holds birdsong in its breath… Basil and chickadee, blue jay and lemon thyme;the cedar waxwing…
Red-Winged Psalm
I had a beautiful drive this morning…open road, blue skies, full heart. I was going to visit a friend… I spent a couple of moments alone after arriving…standing still outside and listening to the wind and the green. I was also watching a chickadee duck in and out behind the leaves of an especially lush…
Homily—Trinity Sunday—June 4, 2023
Last week, I found out that this Sunday was going to be mine. I tried to remember…The Sunday after Pentecost…is that a special Sunday?? Anne Marie said—Oh, I think it’s Trinity Sunday. Oh good, I said. That’s easier…Which, oddly enough, I believed. Then, I started thinking… I remember my Physics class in high school—the math…
Sometimes the topic finds You…
One of my aims for the now sixteen years that I have kept this blog is to not force an entry. Don’t post for posting’s sake but only when it feels like something wants saying. Sometimes the impetus comes from within me and sometimes it is the universe who presents it. A short while ago,…
Consider the Lilies 