Bone and Feeling

For the last little while, I have taken my breakfast by the sea, more often than not. I go around 6:30…thermos of coffee and simple meal–sometimes an oatcake wrapped in a cloth napkin; other times, a jar of ‘cold oats,’–one of my summertime favourites. I read, I write, I pray… I don’t need to stay…

Mutterings of a Mood

The Mood of the Sea Beside you at the new day’s rising, Isee the hologram of your surface,sometimes silver, sometimes grey.I hear the craggy momentum of history upon glacial shore;and the soft edges of a heron in morning contemplation;The crumb of my biscuit is salted by your ranting;my spirit is cleansed by your laughter’s salinity….

Into the Life of Things

From the journal… 8:07 AM On a bench in the Public Gardens, having a late breakfast of an oatcake and coffee.  Both are welcome, and so too the sun.  I love how the morning dew tips each blade of grass with a single prismatic orb…and how it feels like everything, every.thing, has turned its being…

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…

An Appreciative Sigh: Peace of Place II

I share this now from the warmth of a coffee shop where I just had the woman who made my flat white ask—“Do you live near here or over on X street? I saw a woman taking out her garbage at the building next to mine and she looked just like you! I thought that…