It’s hard to believe that it’s been less than 6 weeks since the lockdown began – it feels so much longer. I’ve noticed that several of my friends are using the extra time (if they aren’t working) to attempt things they haven’t done before – sourdough bread, kombucha, cinnamon buns. One of my friends isContinue reading “Meals From the Pantry”
Author Archives: zone5poet
He is Risen!
Resurrection Sunday is my favorite holiday and the thing I shall most miss tomorrow morning, will be walking into our gathering and greeting people with, “He is risen,” and receiving in response, “He is risen indeed.” The certainty behind those two stark sentences is the source of our joy, for as Paul said in 1Continue reading “He is Risen!”
Now Seeds Start Growing
Simple things delight me, a stroll down a busy street in Vancouver in late January would have me exploding in laughter over the buds popping on the trees, while strangers passing by wondered if I were in need of mental health services. Spring comes almost 6 weeks earlier to the coast than it does inContinue reading “Now Seeds Start Growing”
Held Together in the Storm
Although I am a word person and not especially visual, sometimes a word picture grips me and touches me where the words themselves may have just floated by without my noticing their import. That happened recently when I heard a teaching on Hebrews 4:16. “Let us draw near…so that we may find mercy and graceContinue reading “Held Together in the Storm”
Lunar Reflections
Something wasn’t quite right when I woke this AM at 5:30. There was light where there shouldn’t be – a bright light pouring in my kitchen window from the west. It took me a few seconds to sort it out – ah the moon – full and glorious in a cloudfree sky. I grabbed myContinue reading “Lunar Reflections”
Hope Rises
I have a confession: I don’t watch the news, even now, especially now. But somehow last week, after a Youtube program finished, the NBC barged in, all elbows and shouting. Good grief. Not to diminish what is happening but stranger things are happening yet. I will comply, keep my distance, wash and wipe as decreed.Continue reading “Hope Rises”
Elijah’s Cloud
This poem is part of the series I named The Difficult Years, of which there were more than a few. Much of this revolves around two major life issues: first my lack of the character qualities and maturity that would allow for a relationship, as interdependant as marriage, to be a healthy one. Second, myContinue reading “Elijah’s Cloud”
Lockdown Kraft Dinner
Day 17? Day 18? It’s all a bit of a blur. While that’s not too unusual for me these days, as my ever-so- patient-friends will attest to missed dates, excursions or confused locations, I am glad in the midst of all this that there are several anchors for my days, concrete things that must beContinue reading “Lockdown Kraft Dinner”
A Scribe By Trade
It is inevitible that my writing reflects my love of relationship, with first and most importantly the God who loves and sustains me, and then with people, nature and words themselves. If I could, I would cover my walls and ceiling with the words that have stretched, delighted, comforted and shaped me. (Which could explainContinue reading “A Scribe By Trade”
Cautionary Tales
Asparagus Risotto Much as I grumble about winter, I do enjoy living in a seasonal country. The anticipation of the delights that each season bring is what makes them so sweet (and maybe melancholy). Asparagus is right up there on the top of the list for spring. One of the regrets in my life isContinue reading “Cautionary Tales”
