My morning has left me more than a bit astounded. Even before heading to the Public Gardens for a good while, I had been given the gift of light in different ways…the Light blooming early and brilliant against the blue outside; the light of warmth that spreads after the first sip of coffee; the gentle…
Recognition in Three Parts
Three separate things… I was invited recently to consider anew the Emmaus story… it is a favourite of mine anyway and has been good company these recent days. In part…”Now while he was with them at table, he took the bread and said the blessing; then he broke it and handed it to them. And…
Fall’s First Sunday
Yesterday morning, I put away dishes and finished making beds after a large group had been in to use the Spirituality Centre on Friday and Saturday. This was followed by Mass and friendly banter with the regulars who come. Next, a visit with a friend who is in rehab after a fall where she broke…
~As Defined by our Faults as by our Substance~
Limestone cliff on the east coast of Osmussar, by Axiraa ~Of all the stones of the archipelago, limestone has always been the best accomplice to metaphysics. W.H. Auden , who so loved the karst shires of the northern Pennines, adored limestone. What most moved him about it was the way it eroded. Limestone’s solubility in…
Let Me Behold You…
I regularly hear people preach about how We only turn to God when there is tragedy or we are in need of something… I don’t know how true that really is. I wonder if it isn’t a matter of vocabulary…helping people expand their ideas about God language and those moments that can be acknowledged…
Improv for Dinner
Improv for Dinner by Kimberly M. King, RSCJ I am fairly confident that my tastebuds just heard jazz delivered by a salad strewn with voices in a creative tension of flavor, texture, and color: Strings of zucchini, curled and coiled next to the jigsaw that once was chicken and the netsuke sphere of purple cabbage, tucked…
On the Map
~I wondered about McRory-Smith’s journey north. What questions had he asked of those he had met on his way? What ghosts had he been in flight from, or in search of, that had brought him to this land? What had decided him that he should settle here? Perhaps it was only that there was nowhere…
If, Then, Maybe, Maybe Not
From SOULSpot I saw this posted the other day and at first, I knew that I’d modify the first paragraph–Actions are terrible, not people…and maybe I’d even say that “I know that there is evil out there…” And then I moved on to paragraph two and it made me chuckle. I saw it AFTER…
Oratory
I went to Church this afternoon. For five hours. I went to Church as I folded sheets and brochures; went to church as I read the news notices coming into my phone about the latest political messes around the world. I went to Church with a friend who was 3,738 miles away. As I caught…
The stone in my pocket
Why there is a stone in my pocket The weighty round reminder of gravity’s constancy, centering me down, placing me, in time and geography is rather oddly a tethering that frees me. I am, it says. And you are and so too are We. So go. Do. Make your discoveries in this world. I will…
Consider the Lilies 