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Astonishing Things Can Happen
How might this moment be a gift to me, just as it is? I asked in last week’s post. I fingered that question like a smooth stone in my pocket while I put on my jacket and shoes. “Okay then,” … Continue reading
Begin Here
Begin here, the mystics say.Humbly and honestly,name where you are,what you love,what you feel,and wait thereuntil the eyes of your heartadjustto the dark. God is right beside you,in and around,above and below.You don’t need to go anywhere elseto find God,to … Continue reading
Sages
Fred and I spent a week camping on the southwest coast of Vancouver Island and met many trees there. Sages, you are.You welcome each moment as it is for hundreds of years alive in death content where you are contentin … Continue reading
Come Home, Sweetheart
Sunny dayslong bike ridespeaches and time–lots of leisurely time to enjoy momentswithout conflictdeadlines or problems to solve. Then the rain we needed cameto put out the firesalong with the restrictions we needed to keep us all safe.News kept coming from Haiti … Continue reading
Posted in compassion, Poetry, Poverty of Spirit, Prayer, Reflections
Tagged Bernal Saborio, Cheryl Richardson, Covid 19, Esther Hizsa, Everything you've said, forever_carrie_on, hug, Melody Owen, Peaches, Pen Waggener, SoulStream, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Steve Garnaas-Holmes, Tapping Summit
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The Full Meal Deal
Admit it. We all want the full meal deal: nine gifts of the Spirit, every fruit in a neat little package with our name printed on it and Christ, the only ingredient listed. We want what those people are having, … Continue reading
Here
Sometimes being herefeels like I’m in the wrong placeas if I could look at a map and backtrackto where I’m supposed to be.But there’s no map for the contemplative journey,let alone my contemplative journey. “Here,” the wise ones say,“is the … Continue reading
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 freedomand emerge awakened to Love.For an eternal moment, I tasted the completeness of it,the exquisite settledness of … Continue reading
Hidden with Christ in God
For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.–Colossians 3:3 (NIV) She is deadbut not lost.She is hidden with Christ in God–consummatedwholeonedecomposing and becomingsoil.The grain of wheat fell to the earth and died. In the tomb of the earthshe is … Continue reading
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 eyesand die. I releaseall I loveall I desire,all I wanted to doall I wished to becomeall that is not resolved.My … Continue reading
Posted in Easter, Holy Week, Lent, Mindfulness, Mystical, Poetry, Prayer, Reflections
Tagged Acts 17:28, Centre for Action and Contemplation, Colossians 3:3, death, Earl, Esther Hizsa, extinguished, fear of death, Good Friday, James Finley, Mechthilde of Magdeburg, Psalm 23, Silence, silent prayer, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Turning to the Mystics
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An Everyday Pilgrim 