Author Archives: Esther Hizsa

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About Esther Hizsa

Esther is a writer, spiritual director, and cofacilitates contemplative retreats and courses. She lives in Vernon, B.C. with her husband, Fred.

Double Dutch

It’s bad enough when awareness comes  in a look or a wondering with space to soften and say farewell to what I thought was real.  But when I feel like I’m up to 97, 98, 99, 100 in Double Dutch  and the blunt end … Continue reading

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Realignment

After thirteen days away, (a dozen visits with friends and family, six ferries, one airport, a drive through downtown Vancouver, retreating on Galiano and leading a retreat on Bowen), I looked forward to coming home to home, to my Fred,my kitchen, my … Continue reading

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As If I Wasn’t Dying Inside

I am poured out like water,    and all my bones are out of joint.My heart has turned to wax;    it has melted within me.–Psalm 22:14 (NIV) Jesus, on the cross, poured out like water bones out of joint heart turned to wax, … Continue reading

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A World Filled with Love

He showed me a little thing, the size of a hazelnut, in the palm of my hand, and it was as round as a ball. I looked at it with my mind’s eye and I thought, “What can this be?” … Continue reading

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Awakening

I wake again with the weight of my world on my shoulders. I choose to get up, to do my knee strengthening exercises, to put drops in my aging eyes, to make coffee, and sit in the quiet with You.  Ah, there it is. A constriction in … Continue reading

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In Christ, I Rise

For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.— Colossians 3:3 Hidden in Christ, I rise. I leave the tomb of freedom and emerge awakened to Love. For an eternal moment, I tasted the completeness, the exquisite settledness of myself … Continue reading

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Hidden with Christ in God

For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.–Colossians 3:3 (NIV) She is dead but not lost. She is hidden with Christ in God–consummated  whole one decomposing and becoming soil. The grain of wheat fell to the earth and died.  In the tomb of the earth, she is … Continue reading

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With Christ, I Die

For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.— Colossians 3:3 In the silence, I close my eyes and die.  I release all I love, all I desire, all I wanted to do, all I wished to become, all that is not resolved. My … Continue reading

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Another Disguise

God comes to you disguised as your life. –Paula D’Arcy Dust to dust is not nothing to nothing as if dust were not precious, as if returning to dust meant our lives didn’t matter,  as if we could disappear without a trace, as if God could … Continue reading

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Room to Be

“Look at all your plants!” my guest said. “They’re so healthy.”  Before I could stop myself, I recounted the story of my rare cactus who died because I misunderstood her.  Later, as I walked to church, I noticed how I’m quick to balance … Continue reading

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