Acedia the noon-day demon
These are the dog days, the fog days, the automaton days, days of sleepy restlessness when the vice of shallowness snuffs out the bit of light I normally cast o...
Category: Spirituality
Hanging on loosely
Things get taken. Things get lost. Things are never owned. We only get to use them for a while. In this life, renting, is a closer approximation of our relation...
Viva Edmonton Folk Fest
No other place, no other time, would I consider leaving backpack, camera, and other belongings on a tarp while 10,000 people wander by. But it’s Folk Fest...
Holy Greed
One morning, when I used to go to Ephphatha House, a small Catholic community of prayer, and a place of apparent "uselessness," a young girl who lived...