Abbey Stillness
A weekend at St. Peter’s Abbey reminds me of the second vow of Benedictine spirituality: stabilitos–resisting inner escapes and staying still long e...
Category: Beauty
Spring’s First Day
Wendy Morton’s poetry is earthy and honest. Tend to it, and it germinates and sprouts at your feet. Here’s a poem and picture honouring our vernal equinox. SPRI...
Earth’s navel
I’m leaning on a limb I removed from an overzealous elm. It’s shoulder high and thick as a wrist, tight grained and green, heavy enough for Friar Tu...
Forgotten among the medals
I watch, with millions, the spinning symmetry, the aerial magic, the split-second speed of the super-bodies—and I see the pain around the eyes from a flood of l...