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My Favourite Things
Cream-covered cupcakes and no-fault insurance,No big surprises and endless assurance,Wild geese that fly with my cares on their wings,These are a few of my favourite things. I’ve been putting together a playlistof my favourite attachments.Oh, the delight I feel when I … Continue reading
Leaving the Sidewalk
“You’re brave,” the woman at the desk said.“You ride your bike in traffic so confidently. I stick to the sidewalks.” “You’re a good listener,” someone else said the next day. Then another person and another told me something that helped … Continue reading
Present Moment, Wonderful Moment
For so longI focussed on doing important things,prioritizing one activity over anotherand resenting ordinary, necessary tasks–cooking, cleaning, check-ups, and paying bills. Then, I kept company with folks even older than me.They helped me slow downand be present to where I … Continue reading
The Gift of Awareness
On a beautiful daywhen nothing was going wronganxiety showed up,just in case I needed it, I suppose. I scanned my life to see what I was concerned about.Nothing.Then disappointment showed up–disappointment that I couldn’t enjoy the daywithout this annoying “friend” … Continue reading
Posted in Mindfulness, Poetry, Reflections
Tagged Anthony de Mello, anxiety, awareness, black clouds, Esther Hizsa, Helen Haden, screen door, spiritual director Burnaby
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The Way to Begin Anything
The way we would begin in prayer is that we belong to God. And all the prayer starts and unfolds out of that knowing that we belong to God. We are trying to get past the topic of prayer to … Continue reading
On That Day
You will say on that day:“I will give thanks to you, O Lord …”–Isaiah 12:1 (CEB) On that day.Not today,but one day,you will give thanksfor what you cannot give thanks for now. Even though othersare gratefuland assume you are too,it’s … Continue reading
Accident on the Trans Canada Highway near Field, B.C.
Ten kilometres from our destination, we came to a dead stop. Over the next few hours, the line of stopped vehicles grew from five kilometres to twelve.Emergency vehicles came. A helicopter landed and left. When three tow trucks went by,we … Continue reading
On My Dad’s Passing
We left the hospitalto let my dad rest.Before we could return,the doctor called.with the news of his passing. I should have been there. The dull ache of regretlingers even thoughI have all the right words to release it. Regret,blame, disappointment,guilt, … Continue reading
Posted in Aging, Poetry, Reflections
Tagged Esther Hizsa, Max Frehner, Ron Frehner, Rumi, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Steve, The Guest House
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Terrors and Arrows
You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day.–Psalm 91:5 It happened again and again and again.Moments when my body and mindwere in the same place enjoyingthe taste of freshly picked raspberries,the smell of … Continue reading
An Everyday Pilgrim 