In the Wake of Beauty

I would like to always be drawn in by beauty. To have her hum off to the side, just loud enough for me to turn my head and notice her wake of textures and colours, angles, shadows, reflections. Her fullness is beyond what can be contained and I intuit that she delights in maintaining a…

Early in the Gardens

Halifax Public Gardens Two biscuits, homemade, coffee in a thermos, a striped purple napkinon a new day warm bench. And quiet. The quiet of intimate becoming;of simple elements becominga picnic for one, with the world. 

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…

To Know When my Life has been Saved

There must be always remaining in every person’s life some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathlessly beautiful…The commonplace is shot through with glory; old burdens suddenly become lighter; deep and ancient wounds lose much of their old, old, hurting…Despite all of the hardness of life, despite…

As Delightful as Unsurprising

This morning I walked through the Gardens on my way to accomplishing items on my to-do list. Along the way I met a birder. Of course I met a birder. It is as delightful as it is unsurprising to me that I met a birder on my way to box-ticking. I met her beneath the…