Lord Almighty, we say we want to serve you, we say we want to help others less fortunate than ourselves, we say we want justice. But the truth is, we want power and status because we so desperately need to be loved. Free us from our self-fascination and the anxious activity it breeds, so that… Continue reading Free us from self-fascination
Spent the unofficial last day of summer getting ready for the September season, a little biking in High Park, kicking back along the lakefront, seeing who would win the ice cream war - me or the heat (I did but barely), and watching the snowbirds put an exclamation point on summer 2012. A few images… Continue reading Friday photos – so long summer!
Beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there. Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek Once you see it, you never see it the same again. Who knew car washes could be briefly beautiful art installations?
Ah summer, it feels like we're just getting familiar again. I love having you around. You sure know how to serve up a good time - carnivals and carousels, pools and cafe patios, lazy lounges on the lawn, tan lines, street and folk festivals, cricket chirps, iced coffees, garden produce, rope swings into a lake, barefoot strolls… Continue reading Friday photos
Getting ready for our move to a much smaller home in Toronto, our family is purging a whole mess of excess baggage we've been carting around for too long. Some of its easy to unload (really, did I need those forgettable grad caps and tassels?) but other treasures are hard to part with. For instance,… Continue reading My first (grade) gallery exhibition
No good work is done anywhere without aid from the Father of Lights. C.S. Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms
25 years today. I can hardly believe it. The wedding pictures show what looks like two kids shining with sweat, standing in front of their community and making a gift of their life to one another, too young to fully comprehend what they were really doing, recklessly making promises to be faithful until death - that's… Continue reading The book of love – 25 years in
I read this punch-in-the-gut story in today's Globe and Mail of a young girl terribly bullied and driven to plastic surgery that made me want to scream! I'm not blaming the girl. She's beaten down by a society sick with perfection. I'm furious with this circus of painted-faces and altered bodies, ill with this illusion of… Continue reading Bullied by “pretty”
This image of my mother and me has become an icon of sorts for the divine love, a lens through which I can better understand something of God. I'm aware that God has revealed himself most clearly through the image of a father in the pages of scripture (although God does employ some maternal images). … Continue reading An icon for my existence
Roaming down the beach at a leisurely pace is our after-dinner ritual during holidays at the cottage, romping, splashing, staring and strolling until the sun sets on the day. The clouds have been particularly amazing to me this year. These cirrocumulus clouds were like a cotton-patch in the sky. Or a come-to-life French Impressionist painting. But… Continue reading Friday photos
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