Like a great swath of humanity, I have been walking my way through this pandemic. I began, back in our first lockdown nearly a year ago, walking out of desperation. Confined, with a roomate to our two-bedroom apartment, I worked, slept and retreated into my room, coming out only for meals and maybe an evening … More The Miracle of Plodding
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 … More As it is written, or not
As I make my way through life I seem to be slowly transitioning away from optimism. I was born a happy optimist, somewhere in my thirties became more realistic, and now, as I meander past the half-century mark, find life increasingly sobering. I’m still optimistic, but these days I am more inclined to tuck hope … More Sitting in the darkness so I can see
Lynda MacGibbon 