One of my aims for the now sixteen years that I have kept this blog is to not force an entry. Don’t post for posting’s sake but only when it feels like something wants saying. Sometimes the impetus comes from within me and sometimes it is the universe who presents it. A short while ago,…
Tag: Halifax Public Gardens
Classic and Rock And Love
While it’s not a revelation to say it, the acknowledgement seems practically unavoidable…There is much suffering in this world, at this moment. On the one hand, ’twas ever thus; and yet, and still…somehow it seems that I have a greater awareness of it right now–as though this truth is riding the hands of time rather…
Prayer, April 14, 2023: Infinitely More
Prayer, 14 April, 2023 Let my pace be set by the ground beneath me;let my faith be multiplied by the skies above;let my heart be softened by those I meet; andlet my soul dance at the breaking of day,expand at the breaking of bread,and find its ease and rest in love surrounding. (1) In this…
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…
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:…
Consider the Lilies 