At the Market, on this rainy autumn Saturday, wrapped in a shawl of warm sensory delight: The canopy of murmuration, the swirling soft-edged swell of voices, of vendors and wanderers engaged in exchanging a word before exchanging goods or services; the organic artistry of stacked colours, textures, and scents…a mosaic of inspiration and potential; the…
Tag: Peace of Place
Sudden Thought: A poem
Sudden Thought Maybe it was a the unbound bouquetof leaves being tossed by a silver wind;Or the mouse crawling over my left foot,treating my shoelace like a riverto be carefully forded;It’s also possible that it was the view alone,out over a slow roll of lawn and downtoward Flora who stands as a sentinelover a scalene…
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…
Good Haunting: A Poem for Pentecost
Good Haunting: A poem for Pentecost The first time I heard her stutteringsmooth edged call from the woods,I said Thank You out loud,oddly grateful to be awake. To have the conscious knowingthat I was within her wingspan,that she was keeping deep, soft vigilover me and all that rested within me. Ethereal, yes, and good haunting.A…
Good drawing out Good (or a morning at the Market)
When my schedule allows it, Saturday morning means a trip to the Halifax Seaport Farmers’ Market. There is so much about it that appeals to me…the artistic wonder that is the organic tapestry of different vegetables…all of the colours, textures, shapes, flavours… And the living mosaic of humanity too…The sensory input—the patter of vendors and…
Good Stories…from the Market and the Journal
8:13 AM…At the Market. What a fabulous first several minutes here this morning! Ran into B while getting a Saturday Flat White and after months of greeting one another every Saturday, today she mentioned her partner of many, many years who sends B to the market with a list because she, the partner, does the…
Happy New Everything
A friend offered me this greeting in an email she sent somewhere within the array of days surrounding Christmas and New Year’s. I loved it…both the simplicity of it and the depth. It was especially fitting in that the last time we had talked, I was not having a good day and was in a…
Until Quiet: A Poem
Until Quiet With you at the tip of my pen, I wroteuntil words found their branches, tucked infeathers, and nesting lightly, breathed inthe incense of lilac and pine,rose, earth, and cedar; until stillness,revealing its canopy, drew me intoall of its dimensions, offered meits hand to enter the depths of its colour-stained span of mystery; until…
Sacrament of Being
Sacrament of Being While out among,quite nearly within,the tidal chords of an ocean’s evening andthe cloud swept memory of a day,I praise the sacrament of being.Praise, which feels like an earthy assentnodded toward the horizon witharms wide-stretched and head tilted back;Sacrament, a gift of convergencewhere humanity and divinitycome together as grace;Being, wholeness, wrapped in this…
Blurs and sighs and I do
I’ve been on a bit of a run this last while, writing about my experience at the midweek contemplative service at Saint Andrew’s. This entry is no different…written because the fullness I feel is more than I can hold inside. Last night I arrived wearing sunglasses. After finding the way to my chosen seat, there…
Consider the Lilies 