The brain doesn’t like logical, rational, conscious thinking - and will take any shortcut it can.

purple flowers

God of the galaxies, great and beyond,
God of wee seeds and sparrows so small,
Above and below, between and among: --
All praise to You.

My Grandfather's Barn

Soon winter comes and deepening roots in blackened soil of centuries past
Go cold, though growing still and white-snow laden;

feet wading into lake
Walking on water in liquid time
ankles, toes, shanks immersed
but not quite sinking, yet:
Can we learn to walk on water?
Iona Monastery, Scotland

Celtic Christian Spirituality, a book by Oliver Davies and Fiona Bowe that I picked up during last year’s visit to the Iona Community in Scotland, continues to speak to my soul.

The path I walk, Christ walks it.

May the land in which I am be without sorrow.

May the Trinity protect me wherever I stay, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Well, winter has finally really hit southern Ontario, with cold, wind-chill, freezing rain and snow.

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