Honestly, it feels a bit strange. Something of a wonder and definitely a gift. Nothing I imagined as a child and not really something I planned for in any specific sort of way: Today marks the launch of my 57th set of 365 opportunities. Birthday number 56. At first, I reflected on other sequential ages…12,…
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Poetry for the Deep Time of God: a poem
Poetry for the Deep Time of God (with thanks to a friend who used this phrase in her sermon…) The tidal pull-pushshaping land and sea;The surety of gravity,the mystery of horizon’s expanse;The vigil watch over day, over night,the great lights revealing both shape and shadow;The words that matter, that staythreaded through the heart;The place-making work…
Never too old for a blankie
The theme of the school year next door is Choosing Love, Hope, and Compassion for our world… I was invited to speak to the Junior Primaries thru Grade 2s about this theme at the opening of their school year, which happened today. Thought I’d share it here… (Side note…Yes, that picture is of a blankie…specifically,…
New out of Nothing and Everything
Creating something new out of nothing and everything… I recently heard a friend preach and she used this line to refer to God’s work of shaping new from what already is… I heard it, wrote it down immediately, and then felt a niggle of familiarity once the words settled… A new way of saying it,…
Resonance
From the journal… In the Public Gardens on a bench by the dahlias. Lunch is wrapped in a cloth napkin in my bag, tucked in among crosswords, a novel, and assorted writing implements. This journal was in there, but is now flopped open on my thigh. Somewhere I am remembering that the column width of…
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…
The Fullness
Since returning from days away, I have been a part of multiple conversations where the spectre of violence in the world has featured. One mentioned a gathering I will be attending this summer and the possible de-volvement of circumstances in the US that might bring about martial law in the city of the event. Another…
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…
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…
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…
Consider the Lilies 