“Accept being shipwrecked.” Ah, yes, I think, as I come to this line in my morning reading. This wisdom is stabilizing. And then I smile at the irony the wordplay, a small gift of whimsy, ribbon wrapped around the greater gift of perspective. For the past 16 years, I have spent the mornings of late … Continue reading Shipwrecked – but reaching
Untidy, unruly, this is the landscape of my soul
“Landscape. I’d like to see more of the landscape,” I said to my generous hosts when they kindly asked what else I would like to see while I was visiting The Yukon recently. I could visit museums, wander around Whitehorse, sit by the mighty Yukon River that runs through their land. I would have … Continue reading Untidy, unruly, this is the landscape of my soul
Squinting at the darkness, longing for light
I roll over, fighting the tangle of bed sheets, a one-eyed squint all that is needed to satisfy the question in my mind. It’s 1 a.m. I don’t have to get up yet. I close my eyes and tuck myself more deeply into the duvet. It’s dark inside my room and outside, too. Sunrise is … Continue reading Squinting at the darkness, longing for light
