I ask myself this morning, what is real? I pause I slow I breathe . . . quietly . . and begin to notice my immediate surroundings . . . I tune in to the senses of my body to be fully human is to live and experience life with and through the body. senses…
A morning visit to the Art Gallery of Ontario recently and the powerful beauty of the evening sky invoked something ancient and deep within which I would like to share. I attended a ceremony honouring the indigenous children who never returned home from the residential school system they attended; the dead, the surviving and the…
Indeed, this little All Nations Series DVD entitled "The Life of Jesus Christ" and "Help from Above" booklet published by World Missionary Press, could only have landed in my hands from "above". To this film, claiming to be the most widely distributed film in history, translated into over 1400 languages and seen by over 3…
Morning has broken the veil of the illusion of darkness. Perfection is a trap. When will we, as the human race, realize WE ARE NOT BEING PUNISHED FOR ANYTHING! as many of the worlds “religions”, including Christianity would and have made us believe. When knocks and bumps come along our journey, as they inevitably will,…
Walking through a recently harvested* coniferous woods with my beloved dog, I came upon a very strange and interesting sight. We must have wandered off of the conservation land and onto private property for as we entered a small clearing in the woods, there was a lone tree with two livestock feeder buckets attached to…
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