I’ve been moving a stack of books around my bedroom for months now. I dust them off periodically, wonder when I’ll get to reading them and, then, feeling guilty, look the other way. I moved the stack recently from the bedside table closest to the side of the bed where I sleep, to the one … More A tablet crowds out the books in my life
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 … More Squinting at the darkness, longing for light
I am of an age when sleep no longer blankets an entire night. Instead, I frequently kick the blanket off, waking in mid-sleep, eyes wide open, mind alert. Over the years, I have developed two habits designed to ease my body back into its resting state. I turn on the radio, listening to news from … More Pondering the conundrum of prayer
Lynda MacGibbon 