If you’re looking for something to use at Thanksgiving this coming weekend…or next month, location depending… Here’s an offering… Peace to each and all. May you be surrounded by the love of good people and may thanksgiving overflow.
Tag: God
Grace: a Poem
Have been thinking more and more about Grace lately…thinking more about it and experiencing it with and through people with whom I am close/familiar and with and through strangers. It is a beautiful awareness to walk with and something I want to share… Grace Grace is the not insignificantin-between, thecurrent that carries, the round-edgedrolling weight,the quiet,…
Real is Real is Real (Sorry, Gertrude…)
It’s a pansy, not a rose…ergo the apologies to Gertrude Stein who pointed out that a rose is a rose is a rose… But the “equality of real” was something from a conversation yesterday when noting with a friend that no one thing taken in by the senses is any more ‘real’ than any other…
Paris-Pace
A simple thought this Saturday… The other day I met a friend to walk back over toward her house to get a coffee/nibble at a local bakery I’d never tried. I remarked that it took far less time to walk there than I had thought it would. She laughed and said “Well, you are with…
New out of Nothing and Everything
Creating something new out of nothing and everything… I recently heard a friend preach and she used this line to refer to God’s work of shaping new from what already is… I heard it, wrote it down immediately, and then felt a niggle of familiarity once the words settled… A new way of saying it,…
Breaking into lines
One of the fifteen RSCJ staying at our house these days is a musician well known within Latin America for her singing, lyrics, and guitar playing. At some moment we were talking about how experiences become language which can then become poetry or lyrics. And, sometimes one type of writing becomes something else entirely when…
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…
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…
From the Journal: On SuperPowers and Not Knowing
From the Journal 7:26 AM At the end of the hallway, waiting to go to the market. Won’t have a chance to write while there this morning, so wanted to sit with you now…and I am so grateful, for that–and for the true Nova Scotia summer day that is blooming–breeze, sun, open skies, and great…
The Fullness
Since returning from days away, I have been a part of multiple conversations where the spectre of violence in the world has featured. One mentioned a gathering I will be attending this summer and the possible de-volvement of circumstances in the US that might bring about martial law in the city of the event. Another…
Consider the Lilies 