A Bowl of Incense and a Spoon: A Poem

A Bowl of Incense and a Spoon With the good knife rescuedfrom a thrift store pegboard,The soup pot thurible is readyto incense the kitchen chapel.halve the onion, slice from the root,cross cut into a small dice.I settle my senses into thiswelcome ritual of prayer and blessing.Garlic: three cloves or four, depending,mashed into a paste with…

These November Things (poem)

I had a beautiful conversation this morning and at one point my friend said, “These November things…” “Such a good title,” I said. These November Things The grey light beckoning,gently murmuring with sunlight,like a well known blanket rising. Walking the astral mosaic,the orange and the yellow, green, redstars, shining on the footpath heading homeward. The…

A bit indescribable and I like it very much

This is one of those items that appeared before me thanks to a cascade of social media… It was posted by a friend who reposted it from Unvirtuous Abbey who saw it on Twitter where someone had gleaned it from a 2018 book by Deb Dana, The Polyvagal Theory in Therapy. Fair warning, I have…

Three-Fold Blessing

I was surprised by beauty today…such a generous gift, that is… I was in Wolfville, Nova Scotia, for Spiritual Direction and I saw anew a nest I’d noticed first in late January (pic). It’s about half again as big as it seems in the photo and an architectural wonder in and of itself. Today, though…just…

On Magnolias, Biscuits, Strangers, Cookbooks, and Grace

On some level, I knew we were not out of the pandemic woods here in Nova Scotia. There is too much traffic in and out to think that the mayhem of out west would not eventually come across our borders too. Yet, I’ll admit it was a bit of a blow to find out yesterday…