We sat, three parishioners wrapped in tartan wool, And drank from the cup, steaming coffee rising against morning chill Staring out to sea, we waited for the sun to rise And listened as sea lions barked, sea gulls shrieked And the robins, swifts and wrens tweeted their fierce high notes Each playing their part, a … Continue reading As it is written, or not
Dancing into the thin place
I was a whirling dervish, my feet moving faster and faster, my arms stretching effortlessly upward, hands tracing circles in the air. Every part of my body moved – hips, shoulders, head, heart. I could not help myself. The music started slowly, the band on the stage singing words I did not know. As a … Continue reading Dancing into the thin place
Mustering up the courage to go to church
An odd thing happened to me on my way to settling into life in Toronto. I found myself avoiding church. Now, this may not seem such an odd statement to most people. In Canada, church attendance has been on the decline since the 1950s. In those days, 70 per cent of the population went to … Continue reading Mustering up the courage to go to church
