Tag Archives: Spiritual Director North Okanagan

This Long Night

Posted on November 22, 2024 by Esther Hizsa

And if the morning never comes,I’ll be here for whatever does.–Paul Zach, If the Morning Never Comes I keep hoping. Of course, I do. Who wouldn’t want to be seen, heard and lovedby the ones born to do that? And … Continue reading →

Posted in compassion, Poetry, Reflections, Songs | Tagged Clickrbee, Esther Hizsa, Ignatian Spiritual Excercises, Living from the Heart, Night Cruising, Paul Zach, SoulStream, Spiritual Director North Okanagan, Spiritual Director Vernon, The Porter's Gate | Leave a comment

My Last Coins

Posted on November 16, 2024 by Esther Hizsa

I hold back, make myself small. Maybe no one will notice, no one will hear the clink of my measly offering. A part of me scoffs,“Why bother?It won’t make a difference to the church.Why not have one last meal?” I finger the coins in … Continue reading →

Posted in community, compassion, Poetry, Poverty of Spirit, Praying with the Imagination, Reflections, Stories | Tagged Esther Hizsa, Ignatian Spiritual Excercises, Living from the Heart, Luke 21 1-4, Prayer of Imagination, Psalm146:9, Rembrandt, Royce Blair, SoulStream, Spiritual Director North Okanagan, Spiritual Director Vernon | 6 Comments

The Patience to Wait

Posted on November 9, 2024 by Esther Hizsa

Do you have the patience to waittill your mud settles and the water is clear?Can you remain unmovingtill the right action arises by itself?― Lao tzu, Chinese philopsopher, 6th century BC El-roi, the God who sees me sees me trying … Continue reading →

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Here Now

Posted on November 2, 2024 by Esther Hizsa

Between my father’s passingand the spreading of his ashes,my mother whispered to her husband,“I miss you.”I hear in her words how much he loved herand she, him. I think about my father with us nowas promised in scripture.In God, we live … Continue reading →

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The Penny Drops

Posted on October 25, 2024 by Esther Hizsa

The penny drops,and enlightenmentis eclipsedby the realization thatwhat had to be pointed out to mewas obvious to everyone else. Wonder hardly got a foot in the doorbefore embarrassmentshoved past her. Still, I’m glad I see nowwhat I couldn’t see then.It … Continue reading →

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The Demon of Resentment

Posted on October 18, 2024 by Esther Hizsa

We had a great plan. Then, bit by bit,what took shapechangedand changed againuntil I was left with more than my share of workand responsibilityalong with enough resentmentto keep me awake at night.What could I doto right this ship?I wanted to enjoy … Continue reading →

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Certain

Posted on October 12, 2024 by Esther Hizsa

The five-year-old ignoredthe advertised exhibitsand, nose pressed to the glass,patiently waited,until she saw a crack, a tiny beak.Finally, a wet, vulnerable chick emerged from its protective shell. The child learned:if you wait long enough,you get what you hoped for. But certainty … Continue reading →