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What My Heart Wanted to Hear
A friend asked if I had written any poems about loneliness. I hadn’t. Then I listened to Brad Aaron Modlin’s poem “What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade” and Pádraig Ó Tuama talk about it. … Continue reading
Posted in Childhood, compassion, Poetry, Reflections
Tagged Alice Popkorn, Brad Aaron Modlin, Daniel Ladinsky, Esther Hizsa, Hafiz, Loneliness, Lonely Leaf, Love Poems from God, Mrs Nelson, On Being, Pádraig Ó Tuama, Poetry Unbound, Rob, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade, With that Moon Language
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The Best Day Ever
This is the second post about what happened on my 8-day silent retreat in July. If you haven’t read last week’s post, I encourage you to do that before you read today’s. “I’d like you to pray the third exercise … Continue reading
Posted in Childhood, Ignatian Spirituality, Prayer, Reflections, Seed Cracked Open, Spiritual Direction, Writing
Tagged confusion, Daniel Ladinsky, Erik Sorensen, Esther Hizsa, First Week, grace, Hafiz, Ignatian prayer retreat, John 1:16, Luis Alveart, Michael Cook, Night Prayer, Phumzile Phala, Seed Cracked Open, spiritual director, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver
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Led Into the Storm
If you haven’t already noticed, I love efficiency. I often look back on the chaotic, haphazard way I’ve arrived at a solution and–with a sigh–see a simpler, more direct route. It’s easy to assume that I did something wrong, it’s … Continue reading
Posted in Ignatian Spirituality, Prayer, Reflections
Tagged Dewolfs, Esther Hizsa, friendliest bus driver, Hafiz, Jayber Crow, Jesus calms storm, Mark 4:35-41, spiritual direction, spiritual director, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Sweet Moon Language, Wendell Berry
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Flies and Cold Fish
I’ve been doing too much, thinking too much. I’m so full of thoughts about what I have to do, my prayer times are inundated with them. I try to push them away, but each one promises to be the thought that will … Continue reading
