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Was there birdsong?
Was it a morning like this one, when birdsong was as sweet as can be after days spent longing for light? Was it a morning when everything seemed new and the disciples, rousing themselves, stretched their arms wide and welcomed it? Was it a morning like this one when Jesus looked down from the Mount…
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Palm Sunday: a Prayer, A Poem, A Practice
A Palm Sunday Prayer Holy OneYou ride through this lifeon the bony back of our stories,on the spread of our hopes You do not shun the confusion of our longingsor the brevity of our commitments.You meet us in the midst of themand by your Presence gather us closeand make us the more that we are.…
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Simeon and Anna: Life-Rubbed Glory
It’s evening as I write. All day I’ve been accompanied by two evening figures. They shine these two, not with the untried brightness of the morning, but with the heart-breaking beauty of late day light.
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Rest Beloved
Let the darkness heal and tend you ~ There is so much weariness in these days when Covid fills the air and the hospitals. Perhaps you are exhausted. Perhaps you laugh with a sharp edge, or sigh at the thought of rest. Perhaps it makes you angry that rest could even be suggested when…
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Receiving the blue
This first morning of Advent I am filled with the sense of colour that is more than colour. It’s longing already tinged with fulfillment. I am infused with, wrapped in, the weightless, substance of blue. I am hushed and humbled and reverently haunted. I am a pool both fluid and still.
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In the Stillness: A Silent Retreat
Wednesday, September 29, 2021, 3:00 pm – Saturday, October 2, 2021, 1:00 pm, in the beautiful natural setting of the Tatamagouche Centre, Tatamagouche, Nova Scotia. “In order to understand the dance, one must be still. And in order to truly understand stillness one must dance. ” ~ Rumi ~
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Instructed by emptiness
My soul longs for you . . . In these days of Coronavirus, we know about unknowing. We know about not knowing what comes next, we are familiar with the strange open space when our plans have been erased.
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A Tender New Year
As we pass over the threshold between yearsI hope for you, tenderness;that you become tenderness. Tender with your longings,tender with the things that are still impossible.Tender. May you hold grief in your hand like a tender shoot.May impatience break apart into rich soil.May you honour and be touched by the earth.
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November Table Church -Thresholds & Thin Places
Sometimes something shivers us — a sunset, a single wildflower, a child playing in the park or in the street, a thousand scenes, a thousand times. That shiver is awe, wonder, a primal feeling, a sense of overwhelming meaning and mystery at the same time. Ted Loder in Loaves, Fishes and Leftovers All through…
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