Mercy is an old word
This morning at Credo, a homeless person obviously suffering the mental and physical strafing of street life, stole in and immediately and determinedly began to...
Category: Love
For Lou, and her friends
You told us once, goodbyes, held reason for acquaintances, but friends cross all distances. Now here we are, still casting shadows under this fasting sun, and y...
The stupendous oddness of being
I wake up, it’s light, there’s a slight wind slipping through the trees, and above these, is that purity of blue that arrives with a clear morning. ...
Aboriginal Celebration and Awareness – Truth, Reconciliation and Healing
I have no right to write this. (But of course the person who pens a sentence like this invariably carries on.) I’m white, male, assuredly unaware of some ...