Holy Friday

We quietly mark this day when, He who hung the earth upon the waters today is hung on the cross. The Lectionary for Ordinary Radicals We are living in solemn times and averting our eyes can never truly heal us. This is a day when the power of Love is so spent upon us,...

Rev. Dr. Catherine Smith

Catherine lives a life of contemplation in action. This is a way that intentionally cultivates space to notice and receive the Holy Presence in all things. From that receptive space and encounter all vital action is set in motion. This is as important for the identity...

The Telling of Children

On the news we hear that two Israeli children, held hostage by Hamas, but also by Israeli in its avid pursuit of genocide. Perhaps they were murdered by Hamas, perhaps they died of starvation like many Palestinian children. Food and health care are both more than...

A Candlemas Prayer and Reflection

February 2nd is a day of many names, Candlemas, the Feast of the Presentation and a new one to me this year; the feast of Holy Encounter. I like that. It’s also World Wetlands Day and of course Groundhog Day. It’s the first two in the list I want to linger with here....

Guided Lectio Divina

Lectio Divina, Divine or Sacred Reading is a way of prayer that uses a text as a portal to receptive stillness. Scripture, poetry, a paragraph of writing, even your life can be a text. When you’ve chosen a text you can listen below to be guided through the...

Grief Should Have It’s Day

This for many of us is a gut blow of a day. It’s hard to catch a breath. The very air we move in seems heavy. We’re frightened and full of grief. Perhaps too full of grief to be angry, though that may come. Or numbness, that may come too, even more numbness than we’ve...

What I Hope For . . .

Today,the fading fibre of my fatherheavy-makes my heart. And there is more. The thick, malignant possibilityof a draining democracy;the stoppers all are out. Circles more and more of politicians’ speechand less of limbless children,mothers’ gasping griefand fathers’...

Hallowing What Shines Through

It’s early morning and the sky is a thinning dark; the sense of light is in it. It is a familiar long loved fabric washed over and over, the colour under the colour showing through. It is the first of the Hallows Days, the Triduum of Thin Days. Hallows, according to...

Soft Blossoming Within

These days it feels as though touch is ever more important. I need the soft mulch of the labyrinth under my feet, the cool rain drops left on the deck, the stone in my hand, the basil picked for the sauce. In the midst of the torrent images of war, and genocide,...

Visio with a Garden

Sometimes summer seems to move at a pace that creates a blur. Lectio Divina offers a way of clarifying the movements and images of our days. We open ourselves to the wisdom waiting for our hearts in the garden. We slow down, we deepen, we rest, we are called. You can...