Learning (again) to walk
I watch people walking across the bridge outside my window, confidently, even mindlessly, placing one foot in front of another. But it’s the memory of a child taking her tentative…
When winds pick up
As I walked home one night from a soaking prayer evening, the world around looked like it had been soaking in God’s love too. All was still, a perfect reflection,…
The truth about learning to fly
I’m out running at dawn on this Canadian Thanksgiving Day. The gulls are wailing like the end of the world is near. Words from yesterday return to mind, other birds…