Category Archives: Aging

A Walk with Rod Part 2

Posted on November 8, 2025 by Esther Hizsa

Hey friends, Remember when I wrote about my mom loving me the way I wanted to be loved the day after I went for a walk with a friend and talked about accepting that she loves me the way she … Continue reading →

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A Walk with Rod

Posted on October 21, 2025 by Esther Hizsa

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 →

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Replanted

Posted on August 30, 2025 by Esther Hizsa

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 →

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A Long, Loving Look

Posted on May 17, 2025 by Esther Hizsa

 Jesus spit on the man’s eyes and put his hands on him and asked, “Do you see anything?” He looked up and said, “I see people; they look like trees walking around.” Once more Jesus put his hands on the man’s … Continue reading →

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Known

Posted on April 4, 2025 by Esther Hizsa

I am made of the earthand of its Creatorflesh and spirithuman, divineimpermanent and eternal. I will dieand before I dieI will have died and risen againhundreds of times. On the Saturdaybetween Good Fridayand Easter Sunday,I lay awake in the tomband … Continue reading →

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Revelation

Posted on February 28, 2025 by Esther Hizsa

By the miracle of medicine and grace, my mother woke from the malaise of dementia. For two days, her quick mind was back. She laughed and shared stories. She hugged me and thanked me for taking care of her. As I … Continue reading →

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My Heart Sings

Posted on January 24, 2025 by Esther Hizsa

The master of the banquet tasted the water that had been turned into wine. He did not realize where it had come from, though the servants who had drawn the water knew. Then he called the bridegroom aside and said, … Continue reading →

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Amnesia

Posted on January 18, 2025 by Esther Hizsa

I sit down to pray disappointed that I didn’t have a better night’s sleep, frustrated that I still can’t get a handle on this. Compassion comes out of hiding,slips in beside me,leans her head on my shoulderand strokes my arm. … Continue reading →

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Present Moment, Wonderful Moment

Posted on September 13, 2024 by Esther Hizsa

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 →

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On My Dad’s Passing

Posted on August 2, 2024 by Esther Hizsa

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 →

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