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…
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,…
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…
Lately, I’ve been thinking about trees, specifically my maternal family tree. I come from my two times great grandmother, Maria. Maria was born in the Netherlands in the mid-1850s into a Dutch Anabaptist family. Mennonites were tolerated, but faced restrictions in the Netherlands due to their pacifist beliefs and refusal to serve in the military…
Journal entry. Wednesday, March 11, 2020It’s easier to allow my attention to get caught up in a whirlwind of anxiety about things over which I have little or no control than it is to love well. I wish it wasn’t so, but it is. The news cycle is tough right now. We’ve never been on…
Popping in to say “hello” and share some good things from the past week as it seems I’ve formed a habit of writing something here on Sunday afternoons (At least, I’ve done so for the two Sundays before this one. Does that count as a habit?) Sunshine and trickling snowmelt rivulets as winter gives way…