Of Many Things…

4:33 PM 11 November, 2022… Just back from a walk in the Public Gardens…a walk in the embrace of the Holy…where dragonflies landed on the pages of the book a woman next to me was reading–they looked at each other for a long moment before she laughed aloud with delight.… A walk where burnt red-orange…

All Saints

All Saints I count on the closeness of Saints.Those that I know have touched down,have pounded upon this earth, kneadingit, thumping it, tripping, falling, dancing;each step, however managed, taking themonward in this adventure. They have livedand shown others the edges of their full humanity;lived as who they are because anything lesswould not cling rightly to…

Entirely Grateful

Because we have had our Thanksgiving meal on Sunday for the last number of years, I have spent the first part of the actual holiday in the Halifax Public Gardens, sitting on a bench around the “Decanter” fountain–I’m sure it has an actual name in addition to the name I have given it so as to…

But by Fascination

After St. Andrew’s…4 September, 2022 But by Fascination Not by force but by fascinationdo I unfold my blanket, do I open wide my senses,all of my senses, beneaththis wild and knotty treeand stand outstretchedfully knowing that this,this, is how she learnedto receive life into her embrace and to setit free to fly onward, freeto fly…

Shadow

It began with going to the farmers’ market down by the water. The purple kohlrabi that had split while growing and bore the connective scars smoothly and evenly between its three, four, even five, sections. The dark earth that freckled the shiny tight onions I picked up simply because they were beautiful. A handful, no…another…

A Memory, A Photo, A Poem

Black-Eyed Susans Once, I spent a summer vacationbuilding a siphon that broughta bucket of waterfrom the kitchen landing downstairs and past the ivy wallmy grandfather would trim,across the narrow drive and once again downthe hill I would roll uponuntil reaching the apple trees,laden and raining their green gravel. From there, captivated by the wonderof my…

Few Words, Much Communication

I went over to the Public Gardens this morning for the specific experience of letting its peace hold me… It was the first time this summer season and it was like walking into the arms of a grounded and welcoming friend. There was bird-song and bird chittering in conversation with the low hum of humanity;…

To be Around when Peace Blooms

To be Around when Peace Blooms I am finding it hard to sit still within,to settle into praying for peace;of course I want it for us all,but honestly, I have more to say…There areso many other wordswithin me.So I hope you don’t mindif I just talk for a while.Thank you—I do love you.Here’s the thing:…

Wash Over

Wash Over Sound wash over me; noteswash over me; hold mein your sway, your soothing, your‘breathe with me, be at ease here, at ease here…’Enfold me, light withinthe notes, the sound,bathing me, taking in my tears,giving them voice, a brilliant transparencyadding story to the stained glass anda hovering in the roof peak whisper of heartthat is…

Poetry in Stride

When I was a kid, I used to sometimes make lunch for myself according to what I thought went with the book I was reading at the time. I suppose it was a way to steep even more in a world I was enjoying. If I’m honest, I still do that sometimes. That aspect of…