Author Archives: Esther Hizsa
A Walk with Rod
My friend Rod Janz and I went for a walk on the Okanagan Rail Trail in Vernon. Here is some of our conversation. (The title photo is of Fred and me in Banff National Park.) By the way, you can … Continue reading
Clouds
I knew what was wrong and why I was bothered. It made no sense, and I told myself that. But the sadness didn’t go away even when I ate more for supper and snacked on one thing after another. In the morning, I was able to … Continue reading
False Alarm
My body didn’t get the memo that things that spark my anxiety and spike my cortisol– an email from the lawyer, booking a flight, any change of plan– don’t threaten my life. They aren’t the end of the world. So I need to gently comfort my … Continue reading
Cleansed
Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!” Immediately he was cleansed of his leprosy. –Matthew 8:3 An uncomfortable conversation sat in my belly undigested, occupying my thoughts, stopping the flow of oxygen. I looked … Continue reading
No Place Like This
After ten days of packing, cleaning and saying goodbye to our home of thirty years, Fred and I arrive back in Vernon, the snow globe of our lives shaken and set down again. What do I see as the snow swirls … Continue reading
Replanted
I dreaded this for so long– going through my belongings, deciding what to keep, pitch, or give away, packing, carting, loading. But we’re into it now.The boxes are labelled and stacked. It’s happening.We’re being uprooted and replanted, moved from city to city, life to life, cup … Continue reading
This Summer
This summer, we aren’t camping and hiking in the mountains. We’ve booked a moving truck, signed endless documents, and will spend our vacation packing, loading and disposing of furniture. Then, of course, there’s the unloading and unpacking. This summer hasn’t offered us spacious days without … Continue reading
An Everyday Pilgrim 