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Next month I will start daily blog posts….

Next week I will move…

Tomorrow I will phone my friend…

This afternoon I will be…

We make plans. We put things off.  We think about what we will do later, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year.

And then……death visits us suddenly….and we wonder how best to honour life.

We truly do not know what the next moment holds.  We cannot anticipate being hours away from flying to a new country, a new life, and then….turning around, returning to deal with grief and sorrow so deep it cuts to the bones.

How then to cope? How then to live?  Arriving home from a funeral we are faced with the deaths in our beloved Paris, the worry about the safety of those we know.  How then do we stay sane?

Life kicks us in the teeth, stomps on our plans, shakes its fist in the face of our dreams and demands that we keep living, keep loving, keep being who we know ourselves to be.

We take each next breath, each next step as best we know how.  We remember and smile. Most of all we keep on being love and light within our circle, our world, as best we can. It is all we can do.

No regrets. Only honouring who we are and who we love.

Each morning we can choose to love, to be kind, to extend the hand of compassion to all whom we interact with.  These are the best of plans.




Busy, busy, busy

Packing and preparing for an adventure is time consuming, fun and tiring. And, oh, did I mention the paperwork? hah hah.

Nevertheless there is still time, always time, to find beauty close at hand


Fall is a magnificent season here in Canada

Look Off in the Annapolis Valley, NS

Look Off in the Annapolis Valley, NS

I’m sure I will miss the colours although, come to think of it, we should be back here next year to see them again


Not only has there been time, have I taken time, to walk in the woods


but also to meet a favourite blogger and author Laura Best. I hope she will find as much delight in my book as I did in hers. “Flying With a Broken Wing” is a favourite and I picked up a copy of Bitter, Sweet as well to take with me.

laura best

We’ve taken time out to be silly


and enjoy being together away from the house


and even been found moon gazing late at night


Halloween arrives in two days and although I am pretty much a humbug when it comes to this crazy time I can still appreciate other people’s creativity!


Busy, busy, busy.

Solitude is very different from a ‘time-out’ from our busy lives. Solitude is the very ground from which community grows. Whenever we pray alone, study, read, write, or simply spend quiet time away from the places where we interact with each other directly, we are potentially opened for a deeper intimacy with each other.  ~Henri Nouwen


Another woman

La Hague, France

La Hague, France

that has
happened to
is mine
Mine to
Mine to
Mine to
Mine to
I can hold
it close
cradle it
like a Beloved
I can bury
it where no
one will
ever find it
I can release
place it gently
or throw it
the waves
where tide
and time
will carry
it out
to sea
over to
a distant
on a moon
shells and
sea glass
and places
pieces of
my story
into her

A Summer of Sundays

Aother pairing of photos and quotes for you.  As summer is slowly drawing to a close and Sundays may no longer involve wandering and pausing outdoors, I thought I would share with you some of this summer’s images. May they keep us warm through the long nights of winter.

(if you click on each picture, they will appear bigger and maybe even more impressive!!)



Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters.  ~St. Bernard

upside down marigold

upside down marigold

Everything that slows us down and forces patience; that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. ~Mary Sarton

you cannot dim this beauty

you cannot dim this beauty

We have stories to tell, stories that provide wisdom about the journey of life. ~Rabbi Saul Rubin

lobster traps...a symmetry reminding me of beehives

lobster traps…a symmetry reminding me of beehives

“Two things stand like stone: kindness in another’s troubles, courage in your own.”
~ Adam Lindsay Gordon

dripping in her royal appearance

dripping in her royal appearance

I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end.~ Gildar Radner

And because play should always be a part of our life….this is my playing around with feathers and there has been a multitude of feathers appearing this summer.


Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.  ~Kahlil Gibran

Thomas Merton

I’m a huge fan of the late mystic Thomas Merton and, recently, discovered he got into photography the last few years of his life.

This inspired me to take a series of images that I’m calling Tree Scars.  All these images were taken in the woods where I wander every day here.  I hope you enjoy the pairing of images with his words.  (the pics look more impressive if you click on them and see them in bigger size. just sayin’)

Branch broke off during a storm

Branch broke off during a storm

“Be anything you like, be madmen, drunks, and bastards of every shape and form, but at all costs avoid one thing: success…” Thomas Merton

I love the swirls on this tree trunk.

I love the swirls on this tree trunk.

“It is precisely this illusion, that mechanical progress means human improvement, that alienates us from our own being and our own reality.  It is precisely because we are convinced that our life, as such, is better if we have a better car, a better TV set, better toothpaste, etc., that we condemn and destroy our own reality and the reality of our natural resources.  Technology was made for man, not man for technology.  In losing touch with being and thus with God, we have fallen into a senseless idolatry of production and consumption for their own sakes.  We have renounced the act of being and plunged ourselves into process for its own sake.  We no longer know how to live, and because we cannot accept life in its reality life ceases to be a joy and becomes an affliction…” Thomas Merton

fungus on dying tree

fungus on dying tree

“I want nothing more than never to have to argue with anyone again as long as I live!  Argument with words only strengthens us in our stubborn resistance to everything that gives us peace – only increases our own prejudices…” Thomas Merton

tree root

tree root

Life is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived. Thomas Merton

a home for spiders

a home for spiders

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.  Thomas Merton

Life in the midst of decay

Life in the midst of decay

“I can no longer see the ultimate meaning of a man’s life in terms of either ‘being a poet’ or ‘being a contemplative’ or even in a certain sense in ‘being a saint’…  It must be something much more immediate than that.  I – and every other person in the world – must say: ‘I have my own special, peculiar destiny which no one else ever has had or ever will have.  There exists for me a particular goal, a fulfillment which must be all my own – nobody else’s – & it does not really identify that destiny to put it under some category’…”   Thomas Merton

growth on tree tree trunk in ground

growth on tree tree trunk in ground

“The language of revelation is mysterious not in order that its meaning may be concealed from us, but in order that we may be moved to seek it with a more fervent love…”  Thomas Merton

and this remains

and this remains

“To love another as an object is to love him as a ‘thing,’ as a commodity which can be used, exploited, enjoyed and then cast off.  But to love another as a person we must begin by granting him his own autonomy and identity as a person.  We have to love him for what he is in himself, and not for the good we get out of him.  And this is impossible unless we are capable of a love which “transforms” us, so to speak, into the other person, making us able to see things as he sees them, love what he loves, experience the deeper realities of his own life as if they were our own.  Without sacrifice, such a transformation is utterly impossible.  But unless we are capable of this kind of transformation ‘into the other’ while remaining ourselves, we are not yet capable of a fully human existence…”  Thomas Merton

Sunday Stillness Aug 16th

Bay of Fundy at Cap d'Or

Bay of Fundy at Cap d’Or

Every child has known God.
Not the God of names,
Not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who never does anything weird,
But the God who knows only four words.

And keeps repeating them, saying:
Come dance with me.

Come dance!

~ Hafiz ~