Remembrance

My granddaughter paints a row of red flowers with crosses in between.  “Flanders Field” she tells me.  She’s six. “Your great-great grandfather, my grandfather, was shot in Flanders Field.” She raises her eyes to meet mine.  “Did he die?” “No, but he was injured.” He was crawling across the field when the bullet entered and […]

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Art Inspires Hope

There is a painter inside of me busting to get out.  She talks to me, while I am working – makes suggestions, helps me pick the right brush, encourages different strokes. I like it when she is present.  Listening to her is an act of letting go.  It is a form of trusting.  A growing […]

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V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #22: Sacrifice

“What do you pray for?” “Inner peace.” “And what are you willing to sacrifice in order to achieve this desire?” The question startles me.  “What do you mean?” “To achieve the sacred, you must be emptied of that which obstructs its passage.  What stands in the way of receiving your highest good?” I have to […]

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Visitation

It snowed early that year, and those who gathered at the church hall were dressed to keep out the cold, mumbling about the weather, and helping themselves to warm beverages.  Seems deaths come in threes, and this was the third of our family members we’d buried in as many months. “Where’s Uncle Charles?” I asked […]

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The Tattooist Of Auschwitz: Review

The atrocities of Auschwitz are no secret, and yet, every surviving story reveals another angle, not only of suffering and inhumanity, but also of the incredible endurance of the human spirit and kindness in the darkest of moments. The Tattooist of Auschwitz is about a young man, Jewish, who volunteers for work duty and finds […]

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Birthing The Soul

I stuff down the cookies as if the faster I eat the more I can distance myself from the misery that has bubbled to the surface. “Write about it,” my psychologist suggests as she ushers me out of the door, our session having run past the allotted time. I told her about the weekend I […]

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Reflections on Gathering

The forecast for last night was a frost warning. “The rooftops were white this morning, did you see?” a neighbour asked me at our communal brunch. I hadn’t noticed, but I am feeling it in my body.  Things are seizing up. We’ve had a week of get-togethers, starting with Thanksgiving.  Tuesday, we drove into town […]

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