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…
Tag: God
The Blessing of Green: A Poem
The Blessing of Green To receive the anointingof green upon my senses,I had to disturb the bees-and apologize-while also gently movinga yawning bean leafwhose tendril had entangled itselfwith the basil cloths pinnedto their own sturdy line-tea towels, face cloths, and rags; Basket in hand, I took up an offeringone leaf at a time, each a…
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…
From the journal
12 July, Cathedral of All Saints, 9:29 AM Thank you for the incense of earlier this morning. Whatever it is that is newly a-bloom this day is exquisite when carried in on a gentle cool bath of a breeze. Light and citrus-floral. There was a moment of simply drawing it in…or drawing it inward—not containing,…
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…
Feast of the Sacred Heart, 2026
Funny thing… I meant to sit down and write a grace for a luncheon we are hosting tomorrow…and I still will… but this fell out of the keyboard first… A Prayer for the Feast of the Sacred Heart, 2026 This world, your world, is fragmented, frayed, and also glorious; There are factions and flowers, celebrations…
From the Journal: Breaking Music
23 April, 2026 8:53 AM At Java Blend because the frame shop on Kempt is not yet open to pick up D’s painting. A phrase I’d add to the list of others I had going at the end of the last journal insert—the list of “Phrases/Quotations of Late”—would be from A Good Story by Ada…
In Full Bloom: A Poem
In Full Bloom It snowed today—with purpose and courage; but,that will not be my memory. The flakes huddled on wires and branches;sculpture was crafted; however,my abiding image shall be another. There on the sidewalk, passingmy left shoulder, came, I suspect,The Holy Spirit. Yellow cat eye glasses;Wool coat in olive;and a sky blue-coral bag. In full…
Within my own warm keep
8:23 AM Saturday, March 14 After the gradient of greys and dark moody greens of Point Pleasant… After the Market… with a flat white, a plain croissant, and gratitude. Oh, and two loaves of sourdough. Caffeine, carbs, and gratitude… Went to Laughing Whale and was greeted with “Our first customer and it’s YOU!” A smile…
Reading Tapas and Asking New Questions
As I have aged, my reading habits have changed—by virtue of demands on my time, the number of things occupying my brain, etc. Still, there is nothing as luxurious for me as several hours given over entirely to drinking deeply at a well told tale. Realistically, though, that doesn’t happen too often. On a day-to-day…
Consider the Lilies 