Here in Saskatchewan, farmers are busy in the fields bringing in the harvest. I’m not a farmer, but there’s still something so satisfying about seeing combines in the field. In our own backyard, I’ve picked the last of the green beans, zucchini, and cucumbers. Tomatoes are still going strong, but I’m keeping an eye on…
I started writing this post a week ago, then ran out of both desire and energy to continue. In short, I was experiencing what I had started to write about and was empty. Nothing to be done about it but to step away and refuel. I’m sitting at my desk that looks out onto our…
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….
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…
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…
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…