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…
Tag: Poetry
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….
Feast of the Sacred Heart
Around the world today, wherever RSCJ are, we will renew our vows. Around the world… in whatever circumstance…be it precarious, flourishing, just coming to be, changing, unsure…we will renew our vows. We renew them on this feast of “spacious union,” where what is most completely human meets what is most gloriously divine… The feast of Generous Welcome. It…
For and Of this and all of These
Last night, I dreamed about being in my favourite bookstore and laughing with the fine people that work there. Today, I gave a neighbour’s dog a massage in the driveway. The ginger planted below the earth has appeared above, breaking surface through the combined power of hope, sun, science, and mystery. Also, I had a…
Early in the Gardens
Halifax Public Gardens Two biscuits, homemade, coffee in a thermos, a striped purple napkinon a new day warm bench. And quiet. The quiet of intimate becoming;of simple elements becominga picnic for one, with the world.
On the Beach
On the Beach (After the sermon of 11 April at Saint Andrew’s) Not a ghost but rather living being upon the living earth. All in movement, flexing and flowing, I am here, believe. You are here, welcome. We are here, let us share a meal. Share a dance, share the horizon between what is and…
A House by the Sea
Some days, I’m telling you,there’s a house that’s calling me—with iris and daffodils and a view to the sea.Some days, I’m telling you,there’s a room that’s calling me—with books and a wingback and a hot cuppa tea.Some days, I’m telling you,there’s a voice that’s calling me—it sounds like the wind, weaving grace in the trees.And…
And God Said, ‘Actually Honey…’
Composed after the sermon at Saint Andrew’s United Church of Canada, 14 February, 2021. Such a beautiful place of warmth and welcome and good. And God Said, Actually Honey… I was talking to God about the state of things, about the state of meand the world and all things,including the fluffed up crowsitting on the front…
Biscuits with Lyrical Jam
Because sometimes a blog entry comes out like this…and the biscuits are delicious, by the way. Biscuits SIFT: 2 c. flour 4 t baking powder (PLUS if desired… 3 T granulated sugar, a bit of cinnamon, a bit of cardamom—a decent 1/4 t each?) GRATE INTO DRY: 1 stick of really cold butter (I am…
Rivers of Language: A Thank You
The world is not radically different than it was before January 20th…not really. The problems that existed still do and new ones are poking through the surface thaw. And some of the truths that were, still are— They still are…and there is one in particular that I keep returning to in my mind—something I have…
Consider the Lilies 