Mid-week moment

In the deepening darkness

March 25, 2016
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This morning we got up went about our morning routines came out into the drizzle and sat in a gentle, ordinary space ~ We bear witness to the cosmic and heart-rending pain of Love’s dying In the deepening darkness, we hold, like small wafers of light, Love. We hold it between the pinched fingers of…

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The Moment Just Before

December 23, 2015
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      This is the time of the liturgical colour blue, the colour of the night sky.. But it is almost the colour of pure celebration. You can see it, white and gold, approaching through the spare and longing branches.All during the last four Advent weeks, those who approach Christmas as a holy opening…

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A Patch of Sun

November 20, 2015
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All week I’ve been writing, trying to capture the integration of my thoughts and my practice of the intersection of vulnerability and leadership. And now I  want only to stand in that gently shining place we see among the trees. The place that seems as though it might be the milieu of wholeness; surely if…

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The Gift of a Question

October 3, 2015
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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 wasn’t an asked question. It was truly given. I carry it with me in the place that is the last to close up in fear or anger, in fatigue…

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A Tiny Yellow Opening

May 9, 2015
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Have you ever had a day like a long winter when you had no idea where the weight of things fallen could be plowed?  Perhaps you’ve had a week like that, or a year or who knows how long you’ve been carrying something you thought would never be lifted.  Perhaps you’ve been carrying an illness,…

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The Welcome Seat

May 4, 2015
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  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 bright bird felt unhinged from the tenor of the day.  So, I remembered this, the surprise of these colours on the pew of a staid, old church. The warm…

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Amazed

April 25, 2015
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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 a tired mother leading her rain child away. And how a time of morning prayer, seemingly stolen by inner chaos and distraction, later in the day can open a…

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The Texture of Joy

April 15, 2015
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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 writing about joy from the inside of fatigue.  I was feeling fatigue as a weight and then I imagined what it would be like to just go inside it;…

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All That is Waiting

March 21, 2015
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poet David Whyte’s words

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Holding the Unwrapped Gift with Reverence

February 10, 2015
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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 moment looks, that moment that can be the length of a breath, or a glance, or a lifetime; the moment before you unwrap the gift that will change you or…

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Light, Language of Belovedness

February 4, 2015
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There was once someone, who said such amazing things, and did such wonderful things, people followed him.   One day, they just had to ask, “Who are you?” And he said, “I am the light”. (Godly Play Volume 3) We say this each Sunday as we light the Christ candle. We are always talking about the…

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A Moment Made Large

January 12, 2015
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Early today as I watched the snow, I saw it so soft and full and beautiful I wanted to go outside and lie down in it; to watch it come toward me, to feel the flakes light on me; to see beauty from underneath.  As the afternoon went on it finally seemed the only thing to do was that. …

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