For the last little while, I have taken my breakfast by the sea, more often than not. I go around 6:30…thermos of coffee and simple meal–sometimes an oatcake wrapped in a cloth napkin; other times, a jar of ‘cold oats,’–one of my summertime favourites. I read, I write, I pray… I don’t need to stay…
Mutterings of a Mood
The Mood of the Sea Beside you at the new day’s rising, Isee the hologram of your surface,sometimes silver, sometimes grey.I hear the craggy momentum of history upon glacial shore;and the soft edges of a heron in morning contemplation;The crumb of my biscuit is salted by your ranting;my spirit is cleansed by your laughter’s salinity….
Feast of the Sacred Heart
Around the world today, wherever RSCJ are, we will renew our vows. Around the world… in whatever circumstance…be it precarious, flourishing, just coming to be, changing, unsure…we will renew our vows. We renew them on this feast of “spacious union,” where what is most completely human meets what is most gloriously divine… The feast of Generous Welcome. It…
For and Of this and all of These
Last night, I dreamed about being in my favourite bookstore and laughing with the fine people that work there. Today, I gave a neighbour’s dog a massage in the driveway. The ginger planted below the earth has appeared above, breaking surface through the combined power of hope, sun, science, and mystery. Also, I had a…
The Good Pen, the Nice Ink
14 May, 2021 9:23 AM On the front porch for a breath of fresh and then back inside to do my thing for a while. I loved translating Gabriel Garcia Márquez for class yesterday. I described it to someone as the experience of getting to work with 500 thread count fine cotton sheets…the drape, the…
Into the Life of Things
From the journal… 8:07 AM On a bench in the Public Gardens, having a late breakfast of an oatcake and coffee. Both are welcome, and so too the sun. I love how the morning dew tips each blade of grass with a single prismatic orb…and how it feels like everything, every.thing, has turned its being…
In the Wake of Beauty
I would like to always be drawn in by beauty. To have her hum off to the side, just loud enough for me to turn my head and notice her wake of textures and colours, angles, shadows, reflections. Her fullness is beyond what can be contained and I intuit that she delights in maintaining a…
Early in the Gardens
Halifax Public Gardens Two biscuits, homemade, coffee in a thermos, a striped purple napkinon a new day warm bench. And quiet. The quiet of intimate becoming;of simple elements becominga picnic for one, with the world.
On Magnolias, Biscuits, Strangers, Cookbooks, and Grace
On some level, I knew we were not out of the pandemic woods here in Nova Scotia. There is too much traffic in and out to think that the mayhem of out west would not eventually come across our borders too. Yet, I’ll admit it was a bit of a blow to find out yesterday…
On the Beach
On the Beach (After the sermon of 11 April at Saint Andrew’s) Not a ghost but rather living being upon the living earth. All in movement, flexing and flowing, I am here, believe. You are here, welcome. We are here, let us share a meal. Share a dance, share the horizon between what is and…
Consider the Lilies 