Advent I, 2020

For the last fifteen years or so, I have written an Advent series—one per week. It’s been interesting to see how I have had to sift and search through metaphor and image in a different way this year…trying to find something that would honour the season and the year alike. The standard go-tos just weren’t…

A Connective and Penetrating Why

I was part of a Zoom book discussion last night where we were invited to share stories of our experience around race.  I had so many things enter in to my consciousness…Stories of being in situations where racism was being wielded and what my reactions were, situations where difference was highlighted as a way to…

Election Day, 2020

Election Day, 2020 Choosing the Shape of a Soul Someone asked me this morning—They asked,What are you praying?Didn’t take a minute,didn’t take a breath,I said The vote will bewhat it is—be thatmanipulated, honoured,legal, challenged…Ihave done my part and no, hear me, no, I am not indifferent to the result. Whatever it looks like, pleaseKeep the…

To Know When my Life has been Saved

There must be always remaining in every person’s life some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathlessly beautiful…The commonplace is shot through with glory; old burdens suddenly become lighter; deep and ancient wounds lose much of their old, old, hurting…Despite all of the hardness of life, despite…

As Delightful as Unsurprising

This morning I walked through the Gardens on my way to accomplishing items on my to-do list. Along the way I met a birder. Of course I met a birder. It is as delightful as it is unsurprising to me that I met a birder on my way to box-ticking. I met her beneath the…

The Marvel of Malus domestica

A delight of mine for the last while is a return to the local farmers market that had been my 7 AM go-to every Saturday. Like everything else, the experience is now different—no lingering, little in the way of coffee, fewer vendors, etc. However, a meander through continues to be a source of culinary inspiration…

Doug, Mary, and Julian: A Pass, a Present, a Future

I have been on the phone with several people lately where the bottom line is that no one expected the world to be as it currently is and so one does one’s best, working with what is and practicing the creation of a “loose plan.” If this, then that… If not this, then an alternate…

A Hare in Every Nettle

From my notebook: 16 August, 2020 7:26 AM. Good morning. Am in the sunroom with an entirely welcome cup of coffee, a cool breeze, and a view of squash blossoms outside the window. It does feel as though the most tentative turn autumnal has been made these last two days. Not that summer has been…

A Sunday of Magic, Grace, and God

At the end of this summer Sunday, I am writing at our small round kitchen table by the light of what remains of a day that held magic. There were no rabbits or wands or alchemical bits of wonderment involved. I speak of the magic that is happenstance; the magic that is being present and…