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,…
Tag: grace
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…
Acts of Love
Ada Limón came with me on retreat today. I read several of her pieces from the collection Startlement this morning while parked in an Adirondack chair outside an as yet closed Block Shop Books in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia. While steeping in her verse, a handful of tourists who came by learned of the store’s hours…
On Being Glamourous: A Poem
On Being Glamourous First thoughts on beingglamourous: Me? Never.My friend, yes!: bearing, colours,sparkle, and intention.Intentionally, authenticallybeing fullness and glory,adorned with truth that turnslight into spectrums of possibility,all of which speak of Yes, this too fits. Second thoughts on beingglamourous: There’s a radiance,isn’t there, deeper than bedazzlement.A core motivation toward a freedomthat seeks its release—This lovewithin…
Atmospheric Pressure…
It began yesterday when I came home from an errand and parked the car in the spot facing the house and right beside the sidewalk. Something in the car caught my attention so I sat for a moment, looking down. When I raised my head, there on the sidewalk, perfectly framed by the window, was…
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…
A Periodic Table of Hope
When I am truly hot and in need of something to drink, I’m not thinking sparkling water, crushed ice, and a twist of lime, please. I’m thinking water, from a garden hose, in a glass, from the sink tap in the scoop of my hand (a most useful skill my mother taught us at a…
Baptism: A Poem
I heard a sermon yesterday about the baptism of Jesus and found myself steeping in the physicality of it as she spoke…Throughout the day, as I tended to the various and sundry, words kept surfacing and then dipping back down…only to take another breath some moments later…I let them swim until the end of the…
Consider the Lilies 