all words and images by Kate Kennington Steer Vigils (night) wind moans Spirit’s call: ‘turn and face blueblack darkness I want to meet you’ Lauds (dawn) ‘come, enter this day’…
by Joy Lenton “When the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early…
by Carol Dixon Some years ago I was introduced to the Ignatian practice of imagining yourself present in one of the Gospel stories and imagining what one of the characters…
by Jenneth Graser I pray along the road of Via Dolorosa, to experience the love that led you here. I pray along the road that brought you to the cross.…
guest poem and photo by Monique Watt Heintzman, with permission, originally posted on Faith Today Take a walk in the woods, where life surges and recedes through the seasons like…
by Jenneth Graser I gather myself together in circles of returning to you, thinking carefully over the day, winding around pathways of memory. I seat myself in the evening…
by Jenneth Graser I come into awareness of myself in your presence seated with you in my blue rocking chair. I come into the stillness of the room, light a…
by Catherine Lawton JANUARY A captive to granite gray stare, I shiver and hunker there. Clouds shudder also and shake loose frozen crystals flashing slivers of light. Now silver gleam…
all photos and writings by June Friesen Wonder…..wondering…..wonderful….. The challenge is to discern wonder as we step into 2022. As one thinks back over the past 22 months – well…
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