Blog

All life requires a rhythm of rest. There is a rhythm in our waking activity and the body’s need for sleep. There is a rhythm in the way day dissolves into night, and night into morning. There is a rhythm…

If only for once it were still.   If the not quite right and the why this   could be muted, and the neighbour’s laughter,   and the static my senses make —   if all of it didn’t keep me from coming awake…

Steeling your heart, Yet what’s the use? . Already it’s stolen. Already the beloved Has captured the castle. . How defend yourself Against rapture? How protect yourself When the world And all the words In the Book Conspire against you?…

This song is a ballad. But really it’s a hymn.   It’s been a favourite of mine since I first heard it a decade ago. It’s written by Sting and he performs it with Mary J. Blige and it’s all…

Oh the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person: having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them out. Just as they are–chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them,…

It’s happened again, there’s a colourless skyIt’s dimmed me again, I’ve run out of whyHank Williams is grieving I’m scanning the psalmsit says when Jesus was here they stilettoed his palmsAnd the pledge and the vow as you find if…

Loneliness, at a psychological level, if you go deeper, it’s solitude. Solitude is a mysterious kind of intimacy in which we are all united with one another . . . God can sometimes providentially wean us off our dependency on…

A member of our extended A Rocha community passed away this January. Her name was Debbie, and she was a friend of the A Rocha-led community gardens in Winnipeg. Debbie spent a lot of time standing on the street near…