Photo by Jerry Wang on Unsplash Madeline L’Engle, in her book of reflections, Glimpses of Grace, wrote about the ability of children — especially toddlers — to reach a place of being totally outside themselves when they play. I remember going for walks with my great-grandson Riley when he was two. He would…
Image by Gregory Sabin from Pixabay Winter’s Gift for 2026 It’s winter. It’s cold. BRRRRR. For me, January provides a time to enjoy the gift of reflection. The rush and excitement of Christmas have settled. In our part of the world nature’s growth pauses. The earth takes time out for rest. A beautiful white blanket covers everything…
Poster Painted by Mary Englebreit (available for sale on line) Richard Wagamese, in his book of reflections Embers, offers this piece of wisdom for living: “You have to learn to make your own moccasins… You make them from the hide of your experience, all the places you have walked. You sew them with the thread…
A common question people ask when they learn that I’m a writer is, “What do you write?” Their faces often show surprise when I answer, “Novels, short stories, children’s books, worship resources, blogs, and a newspaper column.” I usually smile and add, “My pen likes variety.” When I look out at God’s spectacular world,…
ipictures by pixabay.com Halloween: A Time to Play Halloween is a night to be different. In a world where it often feels safer to just blend in, Halloween traditions offer freedom — the freedom to dress up and be someone else, at least for a little while. Since becoming an “adult,” candy has lost much…
Scarred and Beautiful – A Lesson in Courage A Lesson in Living I look out my study window. What do I see? Bird feeders that need filling every two or three days. Why? Mourning doves, pigeons, and blue jays gulp down the seeds much faster than the tiny songbirds. I see both responsibility and greed….
Thrifting! Last weekend, from my chair in my friend’s basement, I could see nine extra-large reusable bags, heavy with freshly washed and ironed, gently used children’s clothes, lovingly and carefully chosen from thrift shops around the city. My friend, Nancy, always detested shopping. Over the last few years, though, she has found delight shopping for…
Let’s Wear An Orange Shirt. As Canadians, we see ourselves as friendly, nice. It’s painful to accept that in the past our ancestors supported governments that chose evil. From 1831, before Confederation, until 1996, our government established and funded “Indian Residential Schools.” The goal of these schools was to “wipe the Indian out of the…