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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
Posted in compassion, Poetry, Reflections
Tagged Esther Hizsa, I See the Birds, Ignatian Spiritual Excercises, Jon Guerra, Living from the Heart, Murder of Crows, Nick Sherman, SoulStream, Spiritual Director North Okanagan, Spiritual Director Vernon, Sprinkler Fire Alarm, TumblingRun
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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
Posted in ADHD, autism, compassion, Mystical, Poetry, Prayer Retreat Outline, Reflections
Tagged Christ heals the leper, Esther Hizsa, forgiveness, Ignatian Spiritual Excercises, Living from the Heart, Mark 4:39, Martin Vorel, Matthew 8:3, Rembrandt, SoulStream, Spiritual Director North Okanagan, Spiritual Director Vernon
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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
Letting Hope Land
I keep waiting for something to happen that will give my hope a place to land instead of letting hope land herein this precarious place. It seemed like a joke. The monk chased by a tiger comes to a precipice, grabs a vine and swings … Continue reading
Don’t Poke the Bear
If I don’t poke the bear, it will continue to sleep. If I shift my attention to the light outside my cave, I can go about happily as if there weren’t four hundred pounds of smelly, drooling, menacing fear in my abode. Just … Continue reading
Bumper Crop
Jesus told them many things in parables, saying: “A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, … Continue reading
A Cool Hand on My Forehead
Trust, I tell myselfas I cycle in the early morning mist.I need to trustI’ll receive what I need, know what to do. I can let go of my life and rest in Your love. I wish I could trust,rest,stop thinking, thinking,thinking aboutthe spinning tops I … Continue reading
An Everyday Pilgrim 