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Spiritual Ruminations: It is Lent…

Powerful, Nancie! Thanks for sharing

The Prayerful Peacock

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I’ve been MIA from the blogosphere for a few weeks.

I could:

  • Blame it on the snow
  • Blame it on the flu
  • Blame it on the Olympics


Just say it as it is—I’ve been busy. Really, really busy!

So, what has been taking my time and energy? In my faith tradition, it is Lent. Lent starts off with a bang, slows a bit and then builds to a climactic celebration of Easter.

In the spirit of Lent, I thought I would share a reflection. Perhaps you will find it a doorway to prayer.

Ash and dust spill down my forehead, remind me of campfires and firebugs, starlit skies and cheeping crickets.

The taste of smoke burns my throat, acrid and unpleasant and my eyes burn with the soot of cigarettes like years ago and Gram and Gramps on holidays in their large family small house space.

It is a…

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Evening Prayer – 24 February 2018

The sun has set and the Vesper Lights flicker and glow

A quick getaway and a long trip back

Thank you, Lord, for family and friends

Thank you, Lord, for relaxation

Thank you, Lord, for inspiration

Thank you, Lord, for home

In your mercy, hear this prayer

Dona Nobis Pacem

Grant Us Peace

A wee prayer from the heart of your Padre…

It’s Time for a Revolution

Powerful, Jake!

Looking for God in Messy Places

Mary’s polished demeanor and conservative business attire identified her as one of the many employees in the finance sector of a city I once lived in. Married with two elementary-school-aged children, Mary—which is not her real name—is the picture of reliable, middle-class stability.

She said, “When I was twenty-two I lived above a tattoo parlor. There were four or five rooms up there. We shared a single bathroom. Heroin addicts rented out the other rooms. I was the only drunk. I slept on a mattress on the floor. Most mornings I woke up wet because I had pissed myself.”

B2C4A207-AA62-47B0-8E87-539E72B26633Mary went on to say that she had resigned herself to this life and intended to drink herself to death to escape its miseries. But she imagined that she still had some measure of control. She could keep herself out of jail and keep her crummy, low-paying job by managing how…

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Day Is Done – Peter, Paul, and Mary

Especially poignant today as I pray for, work with, and encourage the next generation to do a better job than my generation or the generation before has done…

Healing Practices – Christine Valters Paintner

“One of the most healing practices I have found is this simple act of kindness and deep care for our well-being. The practice is exactly that, a practice. We get to show up again and again. . . . [T]o everything: to eating, to work, to playing, and to movement. Bringing our awareness to the moment can help to wake us to new possibilities.”

Christine Valters Paintner, PhD The Wisdom of the Body: A Contemplative Journey to Wholeness for Women

Evening Prayer – 23 February 2018

The sun has set and the Vesper Lights flicker and glow

A long day of wandering and sightseeing

Times of laughter and reflection

Times of hearing the Spirit’s call

Holy places of worship and quiet

Lord, you speak to our hearts

A time of fellowship with dear friends

A gift from afar given by other dear ones

For this day and for this respite, thank you Lord

In your mercy, hear this prayer

Dona Nobis Pacem

Grant Us Peace

A wee prayer from the heart of your Padre…

Love Will Not Be Moved

A beautiful reflection from my dear Sister, Cheryl Anne ❤️

Lengthening Light

Though thick clouds
may block the light
Though sweet hope
be put to flight
Though nothing seems
to be quite right;
Love will not be moved.

Though it feels
so far away
Though deep sadness
has its say
Though each day’s
the longest day;
Love will not be moved.

Though the verdant
is now stone
Though I travel
on my own
Though it seems
the dove has flown;
Love will not be moved.

For Love is patient
Love is kind
It seeks the best
and Best will find
It learns to rest
and doesn’t mind;
Love will not be moved.

For Love is gentle
Love is strong
It guides our hearts
and won’t steer wrong
Till we are Home
where we belong;
Love will not be moved.

For Love is
our attendant Star
Holding near
what may seem far
Love, my Dear,
is Who We Are;
and Love will not…

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