Vestigial wings
And now it’s done. And now the year begins. So uncertain, so predictable. And we will run along the magnetic lines, constrained by clocks, waiting for new...
Category: Spirituality
Hidden legacy, Broken Bread – On the passing of my mother
My mother died on Christmas Eve. In two months she would have been 92. She had a heart attack while at breakfast and was hurried to the (Yorkton) hospital. My o...
Pope Francis–unfettered gospeller
There are rumours that Pope Francis sneaks out of the Vatican at night, dons cap and fake goatee, and hangs out on the streets of Rome giving alms to the poor. ...
The winter poem
The winter poem comes harder. You have to wake up in the dark, throw on your lined coveralls, your mitts and wool hat, grab the pails from the porch by the sepa...