Perception and Responsibility

Much as I love walking through the Public Gardens, being within its embrace, it is also a pleasure of the heart to simply observe it in its tranquility from the outside. To lay witness to its Being, its breathing, before human footfall adds its syncopation. It was especially nice this morning while I continued reflecting…

It was You All the Time

He had no faintest conception till that very hour of how they would look, and even doubted their existence. But when he saw them he knew that he had always known them and realized what part each one of them had played at many an hour in his life when he had supposed himself alone,…

Three Stones, God Alone

Three Stones, God Alone I have reminders in my pocket, three stones worth of ballast to draw me down. Down to earth; down to centre; down to the love that is Life in the whirlwind whose noise and whip are to be context for my blooming, confident and alone— Save God, who is beneath and…

Note to Self

I downloaded this unattributed image from Facebook the other day. It got me thinking about a phone call I’d been on recently about strategic planning and the difficulty I sometimes have with projecting out five years, ten years, etc. It got me thinking about call, vocation, charism, what I consider Good Being, and making a…

Waiting on a Storm

It is an eerie and unsettling feeling to wait for a storm. One can prep—and we have. One can pray—and I have been. And then, one waits. Waits for the trees to bow from one side to another. Waits for the winds that want and will create free passage. Waits for the rain to come…

Sacred, Evolutionary, Places

It is no great secret to anyone who reads my posts via whatever means that I find great pleasure in going to the Halifax Seaport Market on as many early Saturday mornings as I am able. What happens there, the good that comes from steeping my senses in that ferment of sound, colour, and texture,…

Set down/this set down/This:

Annie Dillard wrote that we are here to give voice to our astonishments… I am also reminded of the voice recounting T.S Eliot´s Journey of the Magi who asks the person listening to the travelogue, …but set down/this set down/This:… Both of these are calls to remember, to record, the Important, the Significant. And, just…

Never too Old, I hope…

I texted a friend this evening after watering the flowers in the front of our house… “I hope I never get too old to enjoy the fact that rainbows appear in the water spray…” The other day, I was working on the fifth floor of the local public library, looking out over an apartment building…

New soil for the field

After a dozen years at a different site…www.consider-lilies.blogspot.com, something new was needed: fresh soil with new nutrients that will help what is planted here to flourish and bloom. The field will be thin at first, as was the other. I ask your patience while things take root and begin to fill in. May it be…

Never, not Ever, Boring

I woke up singing ‘Galileo’ by the Indigo Girls.  This was followed by eating my breakfast alongside our seemingly despairing cat (read: SNOW JOB…) and brushing her into into peace once again.  I dressed, cleaned up after a family staying downstairs, and went out to go for a walk through the Public Gardens.  Passing the…