Prayer (Written Thanksgiving Day, 2026) I could sitin a pew reciting psalmsor standin a kitchen peeling apples;Maybe walkthrough the wet night skyof fallen stars thatdance across the pathby where the buckeyesopen their husks, offeringtheir heart to the elements,the Earth, their maker. It is all praise, all thanksgiving,for the gift, the blessing,the knowing,of being alive,with you…
Tag: contemplation
Autumn in Words and Photo: From the Journal
7:13 AM Good morning from the end of the hall. Tea cooling on the sill out of habit, even though the window is closed, save a small fraction. Cat curled in my lap and set to ‘purr cycle,’ It feels like fall, within and without. The house is a wee bit cooler; Iong sleeves feel…
Never Boring: A Poem
Never Boring Snaked a drain;plunged a shower;wore galoshes inside;had a cashier call me honey;wrote a script;filmed a short;overheard a discussion of ice cream flavours;cleaned a cat box;made an omelette;scheduled events;composed emails;happened upon bagpipeshaving a go at large scale blooming;and prayed while walking;prayed a line at a time, two words a footfall—until home once morewithin these…
Let it be about Love
I went to a funeral yesterday—not because I knew the person well—I had only met her once, actually, at a program she attended at the Centre. I went to accompany someone else and to be a visible presence of the Society when it seemed like that would be a good thing to do. I later…
Of Late
I was sitting at the Farmer’s Market this past Saturday and someone said “Do people regularly stop and ask you stuff when you’re out and about? Directions, stuff like that?” “Um…Yes.” “I’m not surprised…” and off they walked. Sunday liturgy at the house where I live has stopped for the summer—a great opportunity to branch…
You are Here
Ada Limón, 24th US Poet Laureate, edited and introduced a collection of poems called You are Here. All of them are on that same theme, though interpreted uniquely by each writer. It’s rather wild that I featured the phrase in the talk I just wrote for the Grade 12s next door without knowing about the…
Resonance
From the journal… In the Public Gardens on a bench by the dahlias. Lunch is wrapped in a cloth napkin in my bag, tucked in among crosswords, a novel, and assorted writing implements. This journal was in there, but is now flopped open on my thigh. Somewhere I am remembering that the column width of…
The There and The Then and the What Will Be… a Poem
The There and the Then and the What Will Be There were things that I could have donebefore leaving:The sink which hadn’t seemedall that bad; the community of goodsgathered in the fridgewho since my goingand returning once again,have overstayed their welcome;desktop mountain rangeswith would-be landslidesarranged to topplewith the slightest addition.However, standing as I amin a…
Who Do you Say…
I have answered this question many times in my life…Who do you say that I am? And while there are a few elements in common over the years, I am equally grateful to know that there is no limit…that there remains the impossibility of containing; that more remains than I can possibly hope for or…
Progressive Events
While I have never participated in such a thing, I understand the idea of progressive meals among a group of friends…one house for appetizers, one for the main meal, one for dessert, another for coffee, etc. It’s cumulative in many ways… The meal, for sure, and also the experiences, the number of people, the laughter,…
