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…

Mercy

Composed after the sermon at Saint Andrew’s United Church of Canada, 07 March, 2021. Mercy Dear God, let me in my listeningshow a little mercy, and offer a placewhere Grace cradles faces;draws eyes to her ownand lays claim in that blessingto all that has grownwithin someone, all that is someone,edges and curves,the unprotected soft spots,the…

A House by the Sea

Some days, I’m telling you,there’s a house that’s calling me—with iris and daffodils and a view to the sea.Some days, I’m telling you,there’s a room that’s calling me—with books and a wingback and a hot cuppa tea.Some days, I’m telling you,there’s a voice that’s calling me—it sounds like the wind, weaving grace in the trees.And…

And God Said, ‘Actually Honey…’

Composed after the sermon at Saint Andrew’s United Church of Canada, 14 February, 2021. Such a beautiful place of warmth and welcome and good. And God Said, Actually Honey… I was talking to God about the state of things, about the state of meand the world and all things,including the fluffed up crowsitting on the front…

Biscuits with Lyrical Jam

Because sometimes a blog entry comes out like this…and the biscuits are delicious, by the way. Biscuits SIFT: 2 c. flour 4 t baking powder (PLUS if desired… 3 T granulated sugar, a bit of cinnamon, a bit of cardamom—a decent 1/4 t each?) GRATE INTO DRY: 1 stick of really cold butter (I am…

Rivers of Language: A Thank You

The world is not radically different than it was before January 20th…not really. The problems that existed still do and new ones are poking through the surface thaw. And some of the truths that were, still are— They still are…and there is one in particular that I keep returning to in my mind—something I have…

These Days

It’s taken me a number of days before I could put fingers to the keyboard about the events that have transpired in the United States. Those days have been filled with reading and listening to news from a variety of countries and perspectives; reading and listening to opinion pieces from a variety of countries and…