Snowmobiling as Spiritual Practice

Snowmobiling as Spiritual Practice

While snowshoeing or ice-fishing might be considered the more contemplative winter sports practices, I am prepared to make a case for snowmobiling. On Saturday, I enjoyed a two hour run in a generational convoy with my brother, my dad, my oldest nephew. It is noisy....
Clothesline Spiritual Practice

Clothesline Spiritual Practice

“The ordinary activities I find most compatible with contemplation are walking, baking bread, and doing laundry. ” ― The Quotidian Mysteries: Laundry, Liturgy and Women’s Work By Kathleen Norris It’s spring. And I take great joy in hanging the clothes out...
Red was Colouring Valentines

Red was Colouring Valentines

Perhaps you know the book, The Day the Crayons Quit? The crayons refused to colour. They were tired of doing what they had always done. Blue was tired of always colouring lakes and seas. Black was tired of outlining. Red never got a day off.  Even on holidays Red was...
Remembering Play

Remembering Play

When I was little …. I read books.  I got lost in a world between the pages. I loved making a notebook and borrowing the stub of a pencil from Papa’s pocket and jumping on my bike and issuing tickets.  I was the Police Chief. Yes …. We played outdoors.  Making...
Lessons from a Puddle Walk

Lessons from a Puddle Walk

It wasn’t hard to find a puddle.  There were little ones in the driveway.  Hop. Hop. Hop went Grace, my young play mentor.  I made a delicate  bounce.  I’m not sure my feet left the ground. At the end of the street there is a VERY BIG puddle.  Grace gets ready, arms...