All That is Waiting
poet David Whyte's words
The Memory of Ashes
I woke early this morning wondering about doubt; turning doubt itself this way and that way in my heart. And I felt again the importance of [...]
The Bowl of the Day
Before yesterday’s noon meal I gave thanks for the day; not only a smooth day or an easy day; a very mixed day. Still a day that [...]
The Moment Just Before
This is the time of the liturgical colour blue, the colour of the night sky.. But it is almost the colour of pure [...]
Hallows Eve
Coming to this all hallows evening we hear the call to pay attention to the permeable fabric of time. It is a potent time in which [...]
The Gift of a Question
A wise woman gave me a question. “What would it look like in this moment to take one small step in the direction of Love?” It [...]
The Welcome Seat
It is the first day of May but it is not yet spring. Somehow a picture of a flower or a blue sky or a [...]
Amazed
Many things continue to amaze me. How the tiniest thing can lift your heart; one bird’s song just before the day fades, or the sun like [...]
The Texture of Joy
The last few weeks I’ve been thinking about texture; especially the texture of joy. Perhaps I could have chosen a more vivid image, but I am [...]
Holding the Unwrapped Gift with Reverence
I’ve been thinking this week about gifts and thresholds; the moment you open one or the moment you cross another. This orchid is the way the [...]