Tag Archives: spiritual director Vancouver

Advent 1: Touch

Posted on November 25, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

I waited for You at the door of wordsbut they were little more thanletters on a pageundecipherable my feelings far away.Did I have any? I fidgeteddistractedpowerless.  Then, through the locked door,You came. “Touch my face,” You said Lost feelingsfound tears. … Continue reading →

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Bloom

Posted on November 18, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

I grew up in rural Ontario and attended Wellburn United Church which was part of a three-point charge. I remember the aisle I walked down on my wedding day, the pew where I received my first communion, and where the … Continue reading →

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Weather

Posted on November 11, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

I looked out at the vast ocean and up at the big blue sky as Fred and I walked the aptly named Long Beach on the west coast of Vancouver Island. A few minutes later, we stopped to shed another … Continue reading →

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My Goodness

Posted on November 4, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

Of all my fears, the fear that I’m not a good mother tops the list. It came up again in a spiritual direction session after I revealed the latest incriminating evidence and added more tissues to the wet pile on … Continue reading →

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Just Now

Posted on October 28, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

Did you notice that just now?That unexpected spaciousness in the midst of everything trying to get through the door at once. A delicious “Ahhhh!” A sense that it’s going to be fine. It is fine.  You keep thinking you need more days with nothing scheduled,  … Continue reading →

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Make Peace with Your Helplessness

Posted on October 21, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

  Make peace with your helplessness. You can’t change the past or control the future. What is is what is. Feel your anger.Watch it rise up and look for someone to blame. Even if it is their fault or yours or God’s, it doesn’t change a thing. You’re still … Continue reading →

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Turning Toward

Posted on October 14, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

I was the last one to sit down at our table. Our table was in a hall with one hundred and fifty other guests celebrating my niece’s wedding at a YMCA camp at Sturgeon Lake, Minnesota. My place at that … Continue reading →

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My First Podcast Interview

Posted on October 7, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

On Hints of Gladness, spiritual director and coach Rod Janz interviewed a number of spiritual directors about contemplation. I was thankful to be one of them. In our conversation, Rod asked what contemplation means to me and what it looks … Continue reading →

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Telling the Truth

Posted on September 30, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

When I first talked about hurtful experiences in my past, the pain of it was so great, it would swallow me whole. Over the years, good friends, counsellors and spiritual directors listened and validated how awful those moments were. Their … Continue reading →

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Patches of You

Posted on September 23, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

Sometimes— let’s face it, a lot of times–I think I would be happier,if life wasn’t clouded with conflict, unsolved problems,deadlines, tension,and unpleasant feelings. Sometimes life just works.Things fall into place.We have summer days of endless skywith no dark clouds anywhere. … Continue reading →

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