Always: Goad to Joy

“Be Joyful Always” is today’s Catholic instruction for Advent*. That’s a tough one. What about the moments, or whole days of moments, when I suspect myself of so many wrong turns? How am I to be joyful about the times I couldn’t, the times I didn’t, the times I turned one way rather than another,…

Simple

Joy is the Simplest Form of Gratitude – Karl Barth   He has walked out now, into the night and the starfields, whose honest face shines as did his own. his long shadow slow voice, and devotion circled the pole-star of love, unwavering and if he did waver, and if he did tire then it…

a Joyful Heart

A Joyful Heart is Good Medicine is today’s message from the Catholic Medical Mission Board. How do we support the joy in another’s heart? How do we support the joy in our own? How often do we look for the ‘catch’, for some reason to distrust joyfulness? How often do we respond to another’s joy with…

In Giving, Receiving

This seems like a good time to mention Catholic Medical Mission Board and their work around the world, to provide health care for the most poor. I’m following their online Advent Calendar this year, reading and reflecting on the meditations they post for each day of Advent. I’m doing this in honour of my Mom, a lifelong…

Stars

Joy in the Journey* is one of the themes of Advent, which is a central part of the Catholic religion, to which my mom was faithful. For me, that thought always takes me back to a dark country road, under a green and white blanket, under the stars. It was a muddy night, and our…

Surf Rider (for JW)

A little poem inspired by another Twitter pal’s call for us all to work toward a better world, together. I’ve never met you, Jesse, but I believe we share a love for this world of wonders. I see it, too, sometimes, flashing a fin in the murky waves of this present time; battling the undertow…

Kyrie Eleison: Good Friday, Anno Domini 2017

Today, I am baking bread with young women of my community. We commit the same act of prayer and connection, exploration and discovery that women, and men, have wrought through long generations. This is living veneration, asking the grain to submit, to transform, to rise renewed as the staff of life. Kyrie Eleison there are…

1985

It was 1985, and the world was new, blah blah blah we’ve been over this before, in a thousand poems since my father died. but did i tell you? i was in the bathroom when they came for us and so, came back to the waiting room to find them gone, had to find mom…

Day 24: River of Fire

In 1984, in the dark, on the backroad up from Emerson Trail, if you need to know exactly, we saw fire in the sky. my brother and i U2 hammering a yowl about A Sort of Homecoming i saw the coming time, when i would finally go around that big bend in the highway and fly out…

Abecedario Numero Uno: Animal Alphabet

Aardvarks of Insecurity sniff your soul’s toes; Bees of Defensiveness fizz in your ear; is that the Crocodile of Doubt? Dung Beetles of Truth roll on, while the Ermine of Excuses slinks thru; Temporality’s Ferrets stop digging for nothing; but Love is that hulking Gorilla, watching from the shadows; he grooms himself and eats a…