Reflection
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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Living Water of Our Lives
Last week I spent some time at Tatamagouche, “the place where two rivers meet”. It was a time washed in beauty. The sunlit leaves coloured the text of the day like vibrant illuminated letters. Even my battered little camera outdid itself.
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