While January is the beginning of the year, September always feels so much more like the real beginning — maybe it’s just that we need to get through all the new things to have time to cel...Read More
It is with great joy that I can say I have resumed my morning walks. Over the past months my personal rhythms have been disrupted. While that’s ok for a time, when the rhythms are life givin...Read More
I have participated in a summer reading group with a wonderful group of women for quite a few years now. This year we are working through poems of Mary Oliver and the conversation is satisfying, hel...Read More
It will not be surprising that some poetry has risen out of the death of my Mom. Death touches each of us. We loose people we love – the finality is sharp. We are awakened to the fragility o...Read More
Benediction All my life she told me stories, not tales, but histories. I only half listened, as her words wound around like scissors cutting out paper dolls. Then she’d clothe them in honour introdu...Read More
This morning I travel to see my mom again. I’ve made this trip many times, but this time may be the last time. She suffered a severe stroke a few days ago and isn’t recovering. IR...Read More
We all have hard days, hard experiences, hard seasons. I’ve been through some and expect to have more. I think it’s our familiarity with hard times that helps us be compassionate as ot...Read More
A couple of weeks ago I came upon my son out with his support worker in community. I heard his name spoken by someone and I lifted my head to see him happy, responding to being recognized and welcom...Read More
Happy Easter everyone! He is Risen Indeed! Stay Forever This morning arise freer, alive! Shed winter’s coat: molt, spin, dive in, move on, up, over, through. It’s done, complete just for...Read More
I noticed a few days ago, the return of morning bird song and my heart did a lift. I love birds, they are so ‘with us,’ true companions in life. The past week has been more full than m...Read More