There is a practice I fail at
There is a practice I have long failed at. That is the downtown meditative walk. The nature walk is hard. The inner-city contemplative walk, is close to impossi...
Category: Mercy
Ecclesiastes falls open on highway 22
On a Saturday evening on the first day of June, sit down and draw the road from Saskatchewan Crossing, past David Thompson to Rocky Mountain House. Pencil in an...
“Look look: a May-mess, like on orchard boughs”
If a small band of you come together to see what Camus might mean when he said, a person’s life purpose is nothing more than to rediscover, through the de...
Boston Marathon–carrying towels
There it is again, that weight beneath the stomach that presses down and tightens around organs, constricting heart and mind. Yet again, the helpless know...