Often the best way to tell a story, an adventure, is in the present tense. So, you will find some stories “in the rearview mirror”. Past events that have helped shape my present. Stories that are timeless and relatable. I hope they bring some tears, laughter, hope and encouragement to your journey.
Today I woke up and dressed to the accompaniment of an unknown bird’s “song.” It was not the happy or beautiful melody of a song bird. It was the repetitive one-note squawk of a bird who we might say is annoying. A noise that gets on your nerves after a while....
After several May days of blazing heat and humidity, today is nicely warm and fresh. I love this type of day. And today I’m feeling a little nostalgic… You see, my previous home has a screened-in deck at the back of the house. The view includes fields and a...
I was just thinking about this need inside me. Busy days are overfilled with demands of family and work and all the things that scream to be done. These everyday realities attempt to squelch this need. Yet it quietly ferments until it is ready to explode. So I...
It’s been a long couple of days. My thoughts have been overtaken by the events I witnessed on Friday.
The Romans are a brutal lot. Violence is common. But I just can’t get it out of my mind. What I saw. The man, Jesus, so battered and bruised and bloody. How can…
What happened? What was going on? Did he take a wrong turn? Go left instead of right at the fork? Did he get lost on the detour? How did he get here? Bruised, dirty and bloody in this dark, cold, lonely hell of a place!
Recently, I was asked to share a reflection for a team meeting in my workplace. I was at a bit of a loss for what to focus on so at dinner I asked my three children what they thought I should talk about.
My eldest daughter, Clara, is home right now doing her first year of Carleton University online. She is studying Global Politics with a focus on human rights. In the midst of a pandemic she sits alone in her room reading day after day. Copious amounts…
Spring is in the air! Can you feel it?
It’s enough to inspire one to wax poetic!
“Spring is here.
The grass is riz.
I wonder where the birdies is.”
Did you see that robin? Do you hear that birdsong?
Put on your dancing shoes. Make way for the music.
As I lay in bed this morning, I heard fluttering. Then the soft, haunting coos of a mourning dove. Last year two mourning doves sometimes perched on one of my windowsills. Their soft murmuring song fluttered around my home. A new nest was built high in the tree...
