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…

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…