Not long ago I found myself in the middle of a group of people and various means of communication, all trying to sort out a schedule…Multiple people, some texting, some phoning, etc. After several flips and shifts over the course of a couple of hours, it seemed as though everyone was at last on the…
Tag: God
Light and Salvation
Psalm 27 was the psalm today…I read it aloud at community prayer and then played an astounding version by the Notre Dame Folk choir on their Catch the Spirit live album. The feeling I had within me came out sounding like a poem… Light and Salvation Sometimes oh,sometimes it feels like the psalmist is singingmy song,…
Good Friday, 2025
By way of a friend who is also a homilist I admire, I find myself here on Good Friday considering the Latin root passio, meaning suffering, enduring, being acted upon. In all of my language and faith loving years, it never occurred to me to look up why the suffering and death of Jesus is…
Good drawing out Good (or a morning at the Market)
When my schedule allows it, Saturday morning means a trip to the Halifax Seaport Farmers’ Market. There is so much about it that appeals to me…the artistic wonder that is the organic tapestry of different vegetables…all of the colours, textures, shapes, flavours… And the living mosaic of humanity too…The sensory input—the patter of vendors and…
Good Stories…from the Market and the Journal
8:13 AM…At the Market. What a fabulous first several minutes here this morning! Ran into B while getting a Saturday Flat White and after months of greeting one another every Saturday, today she mentioned her partner of many, many years who sends B to the market with a list because she, the partner, does the…
Binding Dust–A Poem
Ash Wednesday, with its accompanying symbols and rituals, is still resonating within me the day following. In the past, I have wondered why not “You are glory and unto Glory you shall return?” This year, however…with so much crumbling…the idea of dust–and not only the idea, but the reality, of dust…it settles closer to Centre…
For such a saving Love…(from the Journal)
From the journal… Had a conversation this morning about the need for places of ‘being’ these days…Places of hope, where that can be found or expressed for the good of a larger whole. Otherwise, places to simply lay down the burden carried, the concerns, the anger…And what to offer so that the Centre might be…
Speaking and Listening in Languages (Or, Dying, Death, and Political Critique)
This week, there were two speakers at the Centre where I am the director—full houses for both of them. The topics were from decidedly different realms— The first, delivered by a Catholic theologian and Assistant professor at the Atlantic School of Theology, was on J.D. Vance, his brand of Catholicism, and the New Right. The…
From the Journal…An old prayer for new days
16 February, 2025 7:01 AM; At the end of the hall with tea that is cooling to a sippable temperature. Oh! I just looked out the window and the show is starting…It’s a beauty. Thank you for the ways you remind creation that there is always hope. Especially now. With the everything-everywhere-all at once-ness state…
Why Opera? A Poem
There is a program coming up at Barat Spirituality Centre. It was promoted on CBC radio last evening by the speaker who is giving the talk and my inbox has been pinging non stop since dinner last evening! The New York Times headlines have also been popping up one after another with the latest unfortunate…
Consider the Lilies 