Monthly Archives: July 2014

Today’s gospel reminded me of a previous visit to Taize which saw me read it aloud to a small group of us in silence for our morning prayer time. Come to me all you who are wearied….Yes, I needed to … Continue reading →

Hope hangs in the air some days, longing to be embraced. I have been affected by the news story of the missing boy and his grandparents. I do not know them but my heart breaks for them and their family … Continue reading →

I am behind a day on this post but I was quite exhausted last night at the end of a very busy week of a conference held here. On the last day of the workshops, an esteemed colleague of mine … Continue reading →

Somewhere along the line this phrase of “making memories” was used by a planning committee member and tonight was used again in addressing the crowd at a party event. Watching people gather to celebrate was interesting. I felt like it … Continue reading →

The pre-conference sessions are done. The wine and cheese was packed tonight. The conference is officially underway and seems to be off to a fabulous start. It’s been 20 years in the making–the last one here was in 1994. We … Continue reading →

Today’s Gospel from Matthew 11 is a blessing. Jesus begins with gratitude: “I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth….” He continues with expressing the knowledge of His mission and then gives us this invitation: “Come to me all … Continue reading →

Some days I feel as if I hurry against the silent ticking of a clock that gets louder as the day draws to an end. The end of the school year and the beginning of a busy summer has created … Continue reading →

Last night friends and I carried on our annual tradition of watching the spectacular fireworks display to celebrate this fine country’s birthday. This made me wonder why some people love to celebrate events and others do not. I have a … Continue reading →

I am a stickler for standing for O Canada. Perhaps it is because I have been to countries where freedom is not a given. I live in a great, but not perfect, country. I am proud to be Canadian most … Continue reading →