Tag Archives: SoulStream

In the Potter’s Hands

Posted on September 9, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

“NO!!!” I cried, followed by a WTF, and my world coming to an end. In anyone else’s world, someone had simply made a mistake. No biggie. Easily fixed. But in my world, this was not supposed to happen. Someone (aka … Continue reading →

Posted in compassion, Reflections, Stories | Tagged Amanda Tipton, Clay, Esther Hizsa, Jeremiah18:6, Living from the Heart, Photos By Clark, Potter's Hands, SoulStream, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Tantrum, The hands of the potter, Unfolding LIght | Leave a comment

Stay Right Here

Posted on September 2, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

Summer wasn’t finished.There were more mountains I wanted to climbwhen autumn came demanding, list in hand,reminding me of all the preparations to be madedeadlines to meetand commitments to honour.A rising tide of the urgenttriggered an internal tide of anxiety. “Breathe,” … Continue reading →

Posted in Mindfulness, Poetry, Prayer, Reflections | Tagged Charlie Day, Esther Hizsa, Isaiah 30:15, Living from the Heart, Nelson Boschman, rising tide, Sasquatch Provincial Park, seagull, SoulStream, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, stokes rx, stokes rx., The Growing Season, trust, Wet Feet | 3 Comments

A Kingdom Tale

Posted on June 3, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊 WHEREIN the King proclaims that all taxes are forthwith suspended. In return for his generosity, the King requires that all his subjects love one another–including their enemies. The Everyday Pilgrim, who lives in this magical land, is filled … Continue reading →

Posted in community, compassion, Reflections, Stories | Tagged Art of Spiritual Direction, Dorothe, Esther Hizsa, John 14:34-35, Living from the Heart, Lynn D. Rosentrater, Pixabay, Pxhere, SoulStream, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, unnamed terror | 8 Comments

Release, Receive and Return

Posted on May 6, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

For days after I heard how my words wounded another, I was visited with the recurring judgment that I was a bad person, an unsafe person. I was shrouded in shame until God found me through a Lenten reflection on … Continue reading →

Posted in Easter, False Self, Poetry, Reflections, Stories | Tagged Esther Hizsa, Living from the Heart, Nan C. Merrill, Psalm 23:3, Richard Bott, Rivendell Labyrinth, SoulStream, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver | 2 Comments

I Am Fed

Posted on March 4, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

For me, church is often one long exercise of trying to stay present. Multiple times, my mind drifts off like a balloon rising far above the hymns, prayers, and readings. I find it again caught in a zephyr of thoughts … Continue reading →

Posted in compassion, Poetry, Reflections, Stories | Tagged balloon, Claude St-Denis, Esther Hizsa, Kati Fleming, Krista Tippett, little girl with a balloon, Luke 6:20, Mary Oliver, newly hatched Barn Swallow, On Being, Sharon Salzberg, SoulStream, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, This Morning | 4 Comments

You Are Worthy to Leave This Sadness

Posted on November 12, 2021 by Esther Hizsa

He Desired Me So I Came Close No one can near God unless He has prepared a bed for you. A thousand souls hear His call every second, but most every one then looks into their life’s mirror and says, … Continue reading →

Posted in Advent, Mystical, Poetry, Prayer, Stories | Tagged Advent, Advent Morning Retreat, Annunciation, Audrey Hoehn, Birds on a Wire, Brent Unrau, Daniel Ladinsky, Esther Hizsa, He Desired Me Sio I Came Close, Julie Falk, Love Poems from God, Open Gate, SoulStream, spiritual direction, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Teresa of Avila, Tym | 1 Comment

Come Home, Sweetheart

Posted on September 3, 2021 by Esther Hizsa

Sunny dayslong bike ridespeaches and time–lots of leisurely time to enjoy momentswithout conflictdeadlines or problems to solve. Then the rain we needed cameto put out the firesalong with the restrictions we needed to keep us all safe.News kept coming from Haiti … Continue reading →

Posted in compassion, Poetry, Poverty of Spirit, Prayer, Reflections | Tagged Bernal Saborio, Cheryl Richardson, Covid 19, Esther Hizsa, Everything you've said, forever_carrie_on, hug, Melody Owen, Peaches, Pen Waggener, SoulStream, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Steve Garnaas-Holmes, Tapping Summit | 1 Comment

Being Vulnerable

Posted on August 13, 2021 by Esther Hizsa

“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 | 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 | 2 Comments

What Weakness Are You Invited to Befriend?

Posted on March 19, 2021 by Esther Hizsa

What does she want to talk about? What am I doing wrong? I wondered when I received an email from SoulStream‘s Executive Director asking if we could set up a Zoom time to check in. A wise inner voice told me … Continue reading →

Posted in Lent, Prayer, Reflections, Stories | Tagged Brandon Dill, Deb Arndt, Esther Hizsa, humility, James Finley, Kristen Oates, laura betancourt, New Seeds of Contemplation, Principal's Office, sisters, SoulStream, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Tapping, Thomas Merton, Turning to the Mystics | Leave a comment

Drawing a Path to the Centre

Posted on January 22, 2021 by Esther Hizsa

I once found a labyrinth drawn on the sand at low tide. The couple who created it were delighted that someone came at the right time to enjoy it. I walked the winding path to the centre and out again … Continue reading →