A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter. (The Journey of the Magi, T.S. Eliot) We woke this morning to a beautiful dusting of snow on the ground. The… Continue reading When the ways are deep
Here are a few things I am starting to pick up on, as we do through seasons of transition and change. I write them down because that’s my way of owning what I’ve learned. Perhaps you’ve been there, and will nod your head. Or you’re where I am, just getting there too. Feel free to… Continue reading Things I am learning
Photo by Isaac Davis on Unsplash I wake one morning this week and drag my feet to the kitchen where the coffee is waiting to be poured. I plop down into the chair in the living room and open the Henri Nouwen book I’ve been rereading, Life of the Beloved. My husband looks up from… Continue reading A prayer for today
Things have been a little crazy around here lately. My boys are busy growing and with that comes a seemingly endless cycle of tantrums, outbursts of crying, yelling, fighting. There are many days I want to run away and hide from it all. There are many times I feel angry at this lot I’ve been… Continue reading Is God in this mess?
Some of my favourite moments with my kids happen with a book opened in front of us. Curled up together on a bed or the living room couch gazing at beautifully illustrated pictures that spark our imaginations, let us forget what needs to be forgotten, make us ask questions. “How did that seed turn… Continue reading The power of children’s books
My 4 year old finds me at the kitchen sink, he stands beside me whining that he doesn’t know what to play with. I remind him that it’s not my job to find him something to do. “Yes it is,” he says smartly. I continue scrubbing the pot from last night’s supper. He follows me… Continue reading Finding the gold in boredom
Photo by Alina Chupakhina on Unsplash I’m picking blackberries on my grandmother’s property by the sea. The kids have abandoned their buckets to go play on the beach. I decide to stay and gather more for a little while longer. I walk down the hill looking for the ripe ones. They hang in beautiful clumps… Continue reading On fruit and thorns