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…
Tag: grace
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…
A Flat White and a Poem, Please
For No 9 Coffee Bar…And Those on the Stools I made the discoverythat there were stools rightthere, tucked into the side,right behind the espresso machine.Out of the way and somehowdeep in the heart of it all.Gritty and full of inner machinationsand steady service. My own heart, too, is like that.A few stools for thosegathered close—a…
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,…
And That Covers Just about Everything
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…
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…
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…
Both Subtle and Flamboyant
Someone asked me once whether I searched for concrete knowledge of God. My response was that I preferred the experience of Mystery. Enticing, both subtle and flamboyant—in tolerable proportion, and always just that far away…until becoming part of its fullness. And, somehow, I don’t think we need to die to become enfolded in its expanse—we…
Until Quiet: A Poem
Until Quiet With you at the tip of my pen, I wroteuntil words found their branches, tucked infeathers, and nesting lightly, breathed inthe incense of lilac and pine,rose, earth, and cedar; until stillness,revealing its canopy, drew me intoall of its dimensions, offered meits hand to enter the depths of its colour-stained span of mystery; until…
Consider the Lilies 