I have been struck lately- like a blow to the head, really. With how essential it is not to judge other people in the decisions they make for their lives. Let me clarify from the start that I am not condoning hurtful behaviors that have far reaching consequences. Nor am I giving sweeping approval to …
Lights dimmed, a lone candle lit. All is warm and cozy, safe and sound. The Little One and I snuggle under plush covers, heads touching on the pillow. Her fine baby hair spreads fan-like, soft tendrils all around. So light. So easy to be a child. And yet. I just feel heavy beside her. But …
Solitude. Not loneliness of which I speak. Not isolation, nor seclusion. Neither separation, segregation, emptiness. Rather. The peaceful equilibrium without. That quiet moment spent. In prayer. In supplication, meditation, reflection. In contemplative thought. Tranquil moments that restore the soul within. Returning the body to its truest nature, a relaxed state of being. Reinstating the mind …
Life, that act of living out one’s days: it is mysteriously hard to define. Life by its very nature has a chameleon aspect to it. Adapting to its surroundings, changing with the ebb and flow. Mirroring shadows. On good days, life is a bed of roses. Life is a year full of sunny summer days, …
My Jumping Jellybean settled in for the evening inside her bedroom, I lie down on the double bed that serves as center piece, for evening stories and prayers. Tonight’s Bible verse is this: “…always try to be kind to each other and to everyone else (I Thess. 5:18b).” That pretty much sums it up. At …
My students are all colouring pictures of teddy bears which they have all coincidentally named after themselves. I am standing in front of them trying to re-cap a lesson we have just finished on healthy living. A visit by two public health nurses, one teddy bear clinic and seven booklets of information later, we are …
I am driving the side road tonight, the lanes are dark and slushy. The rain hits the windshield with a whack and a splash. Big, heavy drops. It is 2 degrees. Not yet cold enough for snow. I am thinking, while concentrating of course on the roads, and my thoughts are bent on the subject …
I am cross-country skiing across a field of sparkling white snow. The sky is a wash of blue watercolour, dotted with clouds and drenched in sunlight. The evergreen trees provide a canopy overhead as I push along down the trail. It is a glorious day. I want to soak this all in, this seeming quiet …