A Rescuing Light

A Rescuing Light

The scent of sun-warmed pine and salt air streamed past me as I coasted on my bicycle down the winding hill to one of my favorite summer destinations. My friend and I planned to spend the day roaming around Fort Rodd Hill, an old coastal artillery fortress and...
Like the First Morning

Like the First Morning

At first there is an awareness of light, a slight fading of darkness around the curtain edges, then I drift back to sleep. When next I open my eyes, my bedroom is glowing with cheery yellow sunlight and bird song heralds a new day. Near the end of a long, cold winter...
Good Gifts From the Father

Good Gifts From the Father

I didn’t have my father for very long. He died at 60, when I was only 30 years old. When I think of him I remember as a child waiting for a tall, handsome man striding down the gangplank of a Canadian Navy ship to scoop me up in his arms, his dark blue uniform still...
Moses’ Mother

Moses’ Mother

After my son was born I was feeling tired and disheartened. He was a fussy baby, often awake at night and hard to feed. One day as I sat nursing him for the umpteenth time, I heard a radio program about the life of Moses, the great biblical patriarch. The speaker...
Beyond the Garden

Beyond the Garden

A garden offers up its secrets generously, whispering renewal in scent, color, fruit and loam. A quiet garden, when listened to carefully, teems with stems stretching, buds unfurling, roots reaching deep; a symphony of life discerned below the surface of hearing. When...