Category Archives: Writing
At the Edge of the Year
I stand at the edge of a virgin year, hallowed with a light dusting of snow. Skates in hand, I hope the ice is thick enough the surface smooth enough my ankles strong enough to do something beautiful. But I’m … Continue reading
Posted in False Self, Poetry, Reflections, Writing
Tagged Benson Kua, David Ward, Esther Hizsa, Fred Hizsa, Frozen Lake, ice skates, John Knox Christian School, New Year, patient trust, Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Tony Webster, trust the slow work of God, Wendy Pertulla
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Even When
I’m here as promised. I have lots of time but nothing I want to write about. I’m waiting, listening, remembering that You always come through. We’ve done three hundred and ninety-five blog posts together, and You’ve never let me down. … Continue reading
Posted in Lent, Poverty of Spirit, Prayer, Reflections, Writing
Tagged Covid 19, Denis Fournier, Doug Greenberg, Eastern Phoebe, Esther Hizsa, Into the Silent Land, Marco Verch, Martin Laird, persevere, Richard Rohr, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, The Universal Christ
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The Narrow Space Given
This fall life has been packed tightly, jobs tucked into every spare moment. I write emails on the fly, make phone calls while I walk. I have to keep moving. It isn’t just that I have more commitments than usual. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Reflections, Wednesday Lunch Club, Writing
Tagged B.C. Housing, Chandigarh, Esther Hizsa, Gustave Thibon, Mary Oliver, Progressive Housing Society, shankar s, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, The Forest, the narrow space given you, Wednesday Lunch Club
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