“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.” Viktor E. Frankl This weekend, I met up with Sarah and Frances for coffee for the first time in three weeks, which included a visit to Park &Continue reading “A Zen Moment In Autumn”
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“Answer July” by Emily Dickinson
We have entered the month of September, transitioning to a new season that brings a coolness to the night air, and the last vibrant colours before the coming of winter. Tonight I celebrate all the seasons with a poem by Emily Dickinson. Please join me in reciting “Answer July” by Emily Dickinson. Answer July ByContinue reading ““Answer July” by Emily Dickinson”
Come Walk in a Garden
January 2019, the idea of a starting a podcast came to me when I was scanning the news over morning coffee. Ideas are strange things for they come out of nothingness, energizing thoughts into patterns that coalesce into something that appears to have been a natural occurrence. Serendipity seems to be waiting on the sidelinesContinue reading “Come Walk in a Garden”
Sunday Evening Reflection: Eagle & Woman
Park & Tilford’s Native Garden welcomes visitors to linger under the shady space that is dense with plants native to the Pacific Northwest coastal forests. Surrounded by the rustling sound of leaves high above me, I enjoy the serenity of a garden that offers quiet contemplation and respite. I am not alone for I haveContinue reading “Sunday Evening Reflection: Eagle & Woman”
Sunday Evening Reflection: Opening the Garden
“Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.” May Sarton On March 17, 2020, British Columbia declared a public health emergency in the province. That was the day we entered into what I have comeContinue reading “Sunday Evening Reflection: Opening the Garden”
Sunday Reflection: The Best is Yet to Be…
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!” Robert Browning The Best is Yet to Be…
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