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I write about ordinary days wrapped in a faith that keeps me afloat in a world where storms show up without warning.
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She Remembers
Yesterday, I was going through one of my old blog books from 2018. It was the year I posted something every day, and it offers a snapshot of daily life. That summer, as usual, our granddaughter, who was nine-years-old at the time, spent a few weeks with us for “Camp G & G.” Also, as…
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Some Days Are Meant For Meandering
In the morning, we have coffee with a couple we hadn’t met before. Writers, the pair of them. All isn’t as we wish it to be in the world, but we have technology that facilitates connection that otherwise wouldn’t happen. That’s a gift. Turns out he and I are distantly related on the Letkeman side.…
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There Have Always Been Words
In the mid-1990s, I lost my footing and fell into an abyss. I won’ describe the circumstances or the depth of my grief and depression, my dissection and examination of everything that came before and during, or of my stop-and-go journey toward healing. Suffice to say, those were really tough years. I took to the…
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Greening
Once the weather turns in spring, it’s as if trees, knowing the growing season in Saskatchewan is relatively short, kick into high gear. The increase in growth from day to day everywhere I look astounds me. Everywhere I see greening. Lately, I’ve been thinking about cycles and how they order our lives. The turning of…
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And . . . Exhale
Canadians have elected a new Prime Minister. I’m not going to comment on the results of yesterday’s election. The man who will represent our home and native land, and the party he represents, is not the point of this post. (I’m tapping out these words on Monday afternoon. The results haven’t started coming in yet,…
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Unorthodox Easter
Early this year, I wrote an intention in my notebook: set aside time and space each quarter for retreat. My desire sprang from three days in which my husband was away, and that I spent in silence and solitude at home reading the mystics, praying, getting grounded, and just being. Having no clear picture of…
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A Tender-Minded Person’s Survival Guide
Two mornings ago, the power surged when I was in the bathroom performing my morning routine, disrupting the on-off light schedule on the hydroponic garden on my kitchen countertop. Molly and I use that light to inform our rising every morning. She usually wakes first when the light goes on at 4:30 a.m., then lets…
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Life is difficult.
It is 22 degrees Celsius in our backyard (that’s 72 degree Fahrenheit for my friends in the United States), the warmest day so far this year. The gardening bug nipped me when I discovered that the soil in the raised gardens is workable, and I set to work drafting a plan for the nine beds.…
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Aroused in Saskatchewan
Arousal. That’s the term used to describe waking up from a period of hibernation. Here in Saskatchewan, we’re all experiencing arousal after a long, harsh winter spent hunkering down. Gerry, Molly, and I are just back from a short walk in the Wakamow Valley where it’s wet and muddy and the last of the ice…
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Women Waiting
I’m in a small waiting room at the hospital, waiting to have a couple of procedures. Soft and gentle spa-like music plays in the background. I breathe deep and invite the Divine into this space, then smile, realizing the little room is already a holy place, and the invitation is for me to be still…
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A New Season
Here in Saskatchewan, we talk about the weather a lot and for good reason. It’s ridiculous. We’re under (yet another) advisory—this one for freezing drizzle. Old Man Winter isn’t letting go without a fight. Never, in my 66 years, has there been no spring though. Whether I lived in Saskatchewan, British Columbia, or Washington State,…
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What Shimmered This Week
Now and then, I like to look back at the week and call to mind some of the gifts it offered. What shimmered, so to speak. I heard that phrase recently and liked it. Here is a short list of a few things that shimmered for me this week. Snowmelt. It’s not happening fast enough…
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