Last Sunday, I brought a new friend to church. Back home, she attended a different church. My mind focused on “What will she think of us?  Will our kind of church touch her heart?” Seeing our church family through what I thought might possibly be her eyes gave me some new insights. We sing a…

Tomorrow is Remembrance Day. Whether or not we go to a local cenotaph and participate in a Remembrance Day ritual, all of us can take two minutes to Remember. Two minutes to remember and give thanks for the soldiers – many of European descent, some First Nations, some Asian, some African… who fought in wars…

 Today I met our Ontario Lieutenant Governor Elizabeth Dowdeswell. As you can see I was selling my books at the Spirit of the Hills Festival of the Arts in Cobourg, Ontario. Her Excellency came to speak with the artists and writers. She stopped at each table and talked with us, asking excellent questions, treating us…

Today’s conventional wisdom is that there is no hope. That myth is spouted by news media and by our friends. Many of us lament that darkness – climate change, war, hunger, oppression, abuse – is engulfing the world. At times, we almost celebrate the hopelessness we feel. We’ve forgotten that how we think about the…

Just a few thoughts as I enjoy the remnants of my garden and wait for Thanksgiving Day. During these magical sunny days, many of us are doing the fall clean up of our gardens. A few days ago, I discovered my Zinnia’s had fallen over as they stretched for water and sunlight. They looked desolate…

I have a book launch coming up on October 26th. This time I’m blessed to be part of a group of Writers. Two of my short stories were accepted for the Spirit of the Hills writers’ group anthology, Your ticket to the evening includes a copy of the anthology of poems and stories titled Hill…

Our Mysterious Blessing Thanksgiving for many of us means a table laden with steaming hot, delicious food, encircled by a beaming family, content to be together. We give thanks for needs met, and the abundance of blessings that fill our lives. Even as we celebrate, we are aware that we, the middle class, are the…

“The March!” Friday, Tom and I marched for Planet Earth in Vancouver, B.C. Never before have I taken part in a protest. This time I had to participate. Our climate is in crisis. Denial means death. Joining the protest wasn’t easy. A cold wind swirled around us on our uphill walk and half hour wait…