My dad was someone who tinkered — sometimes it worked out and other times not so much. Today I spent some time tinkering with an old sewing machine that sits in the corner of our dining room. It is branded after the old Eaton’s store as Eatonia. I learned...
A lot of folks feel conflicted or excluded from the holiday season when they are carrying grief. Not feeling festive, or feeling more mindful of who is not present than who is gathered, can bid us to retreat from marking seasonal celebrations. But I don’t...
Top of mind for me, and most folks, in the Season of Creation are the critical issues of the climate crisis and the accountability for colonization and the misuse of creation. Faith leads us to travel on the path of justice and right relations. The volume of those...
Mother’s day in our house is mostly a time of remembering as both our mothers are heaven-side. I’ve lived longer now without my feisty mom Lillian than I lived with her and Jen’s spirited mum Vaile died when Cassie was just two. So they are present with us now only...
In our household we’ve built a tradition of remembering those who have died by creating small memorial altars. My daughter keeps a pink ribbon that she lays out every year in memory of a friend.We always have flowers in memory of a grandma who loved her garden....
If you’ve ever made a sandcastle then you can appreciate ephemeral art — something that is made for the moment with an appreciation that it will not last. These days the fragility of our natural world makes it even more precious. It’s even more...
One of the more recent teachers I have had related to death-care impressed me by always sharing a story of her teacher. I’ve heard her present a number of times and she always starts with the story of her first teacher. I have taken that practice to heart. I am...
