Tag Archives: Esther Hizsa

Advent I: Step into this Season

Posted on November 29, 2019 by

Do not run or fly away in order to become free. Rather go deep into the narrow space given you. There you will find God and all things. –Gustave Thibon It’s Thursday morning, and I’m just sitting down now to … Continue reading →

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Grateful

Posted on November 22, 2019 by

“You looked so happy,” Fred said Friday night after the book launch. We were sitting in front of a crackling fire with a glass of wine. I was happy. We had a good turn out of people excited about Seed … Continue reading →

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Turn to Wonder

Posted on November 15, 2019 by

Everything belongs: God uses everything. There are no dead ends. There is no wasted energy. Everything is recycled. –Richard Rohr, Everything Belongs Saturday morning of the opening weekend of Living from the Heart in Abbotsford, we gathered for morning prayers … Continue reading →

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Fred Saves the Day

Posted on November 8, 2019 by

“I have my passport,” Fred said on Sunday night, “but I can’t find yours.” We were going to Bellingham, Washington the next day to pick up my books and have lunch with friends. We needed our passports to cross the … Continue reading →

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Into the Light

Posted on November 1, 2019 by

Life has slowed down. My books have arrived; my calendar isn’t jammed. I can linger over meals and leave my phone in my pocket when I walk to the store. I shed an old skin in the rough darkness. After … Continue reading →

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The Narrow Space Given

Posted on October 25, 2019 by

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 →

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Arms Wide Open

Posted on October 18, 2019 by

Last week I was in Cochrane, Alberta attending a week-long course for spiritual directors. The first night I anticipated the Will-I-fit-in? jitters, but instead, I found myself unconcerned about whether I belonged or not. I was beginning to relax into … Continue reading →

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Hopelessly Lost

Posted on October 11, 2019 by

“I don’t know where I am,” I shouted into the phone. In truth, I had a good idea where I was, but I couldn’t quite explain it to Fred who was at home furiously trying to nail down my location … Continue reading →

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Seed Is Born

Posted on October 4, 2019 by

“Think of a situation that takes up considerable time and energy,” Jeff Imbach said to the participants at the Living from the Heart intensive last week.  We were at Rivendell Retreat Center on Bowen Island, sitting in a circle, opening … Continue reading →

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A Step of Faith

Posted on September 27, 2019 by

I promised you that I would wear an orange shirt on Orange Shirt Day before I owned one. That made me nervous. I could have ordered a shirt specially made for that day, but the shipping was expensive, and I … Continue reading →

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