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Being Vulnerable
“How can you be so vulnerable?” readers have asked me over the years. That question makes me nervous. Am I too vulnerable? What criticism have I invited? Then I hear from these askers the most common response to my honesty: … Continue reading →
Posted in community, compassion, Poverty of Spirit, Reflections, Stories, Writing
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Tagged Brené Brown, Catherine Singleton, dandelion, Downton Abbey, Esther Hizsa, Gabor Maté, Glennon Doyle, In the Shelter, Krista Tippett, Living from the Heart, Maya Angelou, On Being, Pádraig Ó Tuama, Peter Ealey, Shame, Sia, SoulStream, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, The Wisdom of Trauma, Thomas Hübl, vulnerability, Vulnerability Ted Talk
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Shame’s Spell
Jesus pushes me out of uncomfortable places and pulls me into them. –Steve Garnaas-Holmes I almost said no to co-facilitating Living from the Heart next year because it makes me uncomfortable at times. I’ve told you how it tosses me … Continue reading →
Posted in Childhood, Mindfulness, Reflections, Stories
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Tagged Bono, Esther Hizsa, Eugene Peterson, Jessie Wilcox Smith, Living from the Heart, Psalm 18:16-19, Shame, spiritual direction, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Steve Garnaas-Holmes, Who do you say that I am?
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A Spark of Something Holy
Last week’s post reminded me of a previous post I wrote a few years ago. Here it is again. Fred and I have been attending an Anglican Church in our neighbourhood. For Lent we joined a group that has been … Continue reading →
Posted in Reflections, Stories, Wednesday Lunch Club
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Tagged Anne Yungwirth, Blueberry, Brian McLaren, Burnaby, Esther Hizsa, freedom, Hannah Nieman, Matthew 23:20, Shame, spiritual director, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, St. Stephen the Martyr Anglican Church, We Make the Road by Walking, Whitney Thore
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What I Knew Then
I tell my spiritual director about my panic and the memory of being shamed by the principal when I was twelve. “I still see the anger on his face and feel my back against the wall.” I recall that moment and am that … Continue reading →
Posted in Childhood, Praying with the Imagination, Reflections, Spiritual Direction, Stories
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Tagged Esther Hizsa, healing of memories, Missy Caulk, mosque, Psalm 139:13-14, Quebec shooting, Richard Gillard, Servant Song, Shame, spiritual director, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, vigil
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Bruised
“Pull in your horns,” the principal said and scowled at me. He held up two fingers on either side of his head to mimic his words. Suddenly I was not like any other twelve-year-old lined up in the hallway. I … Continue reading →
Posted in Childhood, Reflections, Stories
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Tagged Angel of Healing, Anne Davis, CircaSassy, Esther Hizsa, healing of memories, India7 Network, Mobilus In Mobili, Mother Teresa, scolding, Shame, small things with great love, spiritual director, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Susan Lordi
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An Everyday Pilgrim 