After the Wednesday evening contemplative service at Saint Andrew’s this week… Instead of going up to the balcony, today I went down. I started on the chair but it didn’t feel right. Too…what? Perch-y. To ‘on’ and not ‘within’ the space of the sanctuary. It was like I needed to touch down. To ground myself…
Tag: Peace of Place
From Above and From the Journal
From the journal… Went up to the balcony as I had wanted to… The time of day was perfect, and the day itself—still full of light even at the sighing time when sun prepares to exchange the vigil with moon. First thing I noticed was the temperature shift when walking through the doors—so sudden. Where…
Home, Perspective, and Relationship with Space
I was telling someone the other day of the time when I gave in to a long held desire and stretched out in the centre aisle of Saint Francis Xavier church in NYC in order to look up at the ceiling. I waited for a judicious moment–if memory serves, it was a Saturday morning when…
Wednesday Peace
Ms. Tippett: In 2006, I sat across from [Elie Wiesel] in a hotel room that my producers had turned into a makeshift studio and I asked him to tell me what happened after he lost his faith forever, as he wrote, at Auschwitz. He answered: “What happened afterwards is in the book. I went on praying.” Ms….
Senses of Contemplation (a poem)
Senses of Contemplation (Wednesdays at Saint Andrew’s)Warm dust and candle;stained glass archways into the story; smooth-worn wooden spirals bearing your light;the comfort-music of stillness;the full-bodied enticing awareness of limitless, of home, of Still Morethat was you and is you now and will be so onward and deeper intothe unknown Mystery of what is,as yet, beyond the embraceof our imagination….
Saturday Prayer
I began the morning with a trip to the Farmer’s Market. I go every Saturday I can and most of the time, I come away with veg or bread or fruit building blocks for meals during the coming week. I go for the produce, and I go for the aesthetics. I love the textures, the…
Summer’s Kitchen
A Summer Kitchen The stillness of time alone in a summer kitchen,time given to the grace of preparing cool foods for sharing,soothes my being, my humid thinking,my heat thickened body that turns toward the herb-clean subtlety passing through on air that also holds birdsong in its breath… Basil and chickadee, blue jay and lemon thyme;the cedar waxwing…
Sometimes the topic finds You…
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,…
Soundscape: the Market
BBC recently started a once weekly podcast called the Happy Pod that gathers happy news from around the world. One of the features of this podcast is a spot where people send in sounds that make them happy… This has ranged from a tea kettle sounding off to the sploosh-lapping of a dog having a…
Why I Bring a Book to the Kitchen
Why I Bring a Book to the Kitchen The relaxation of travelby reading and sinkinginto elsewhere’s talewhile gently, unquestionably,bound to the holy of hereby the the hum of the refrigeratoris as much a sign of your loveas anything else, at the end of the day.Sometimes, that’s all it takes—the grounding reminders of presence,of the goodness…
Consider the Lilies 