Sunday, 13 April 2014

Lenten season

Lent has traditionally been one of my favourite times in the Christian calendar, but this year, I find myself going through the motions. Rather than allowing time carved out of my busy schedule, I've been skipping steps and just hoping to get to the end of my papers before I run out of words and breath.

It's Palm Sunday today.

A day of new hope and deep sadness. (but mostly hope and mostly sadness)

The snow is melting, but I still feel its weight.


Sunday, 23 February 2014

And it is Advent

I am waiting. so much in my life makes me anxious and I sometimes wonder if right on the other side of that is joy.

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

This needs a different title, any ideas?

Oh, Baba Yaga I love you

Chicken bone magic
Hidden hut in the forest
Grandmother Monster

Beware women who

walk in forests unafraid.

Thursday, 5 December 2013

Advent Meditation: a ghazal

purposeful silence awaiting night
candles lit, gyring, spiralling light

small starts, specks of dust and breath misty
Mother Mary’s womb creating light

walking between faewilds and Christ
closest to God in the witching light

proclaim, proclaim, proclaim! come in
stillness, memory-carrying light

anxiety, embodied litany
catharsis, release, outpouring, light

Sunday, 10 November 2013

Letting go

I am finishing a ten day cleanse today. It feels like a great accomplishment, and at the same time just the first step. I've been trying to let go of the idea that my body is something to be feared and to be more holistic in my approach to my body. By that I mean that my self is made up of both body and mind, and I'm working towards recognising that and living as though that were true.

Wednesday, 29 May 2013

bad poetry of sadness

Some days I cry easy and some days it's all I do,
but then there are dry weeks and months
all the sadness burns my throat, a desert
of tears.

Some weeks I drown
Some weeks I perish

Some weeks I am joyful.

Sunday, 19 May 2013

Tuesday, 9 April 2013

on disconnecting

I feel the loss
of facebook less
than twitter

I want the quick and easy
expressivity.

Especially when attempting
to express grand
philosophical
ideas in a tiny format.

Sunday, 24 March 2013

Palm Sunday Reflections


There is something so lovely about light
something unphotographable
so unwordable
something about the Word
made flesh
made light
and life

I will mark ash
I will wave palms
I will rejoice

that he is triumphant
that he is risen
that he will come

again

and I remember
whenever the light is lovely.

Thursday, 21 February 2013

finding old words

I was going over my finished journal to glean any tidbits of poetry or knowledge before I pack it away, and I found some words I had written to myself, some words I think may not have been my words.

You have a choice Catherine, you can choose to be anxious or you can choose to trust God. This is not the last time you will be offered this choice, nor is it the first. You have failed and you will fail again, but you have also succeeded and you will succeed again.

You have known the kindness of God, continue to search it out. Search for the heart of God. Do not be afraid, know that God is good. He is justice and mercy, he is holy. He desires your heart more than you know, more that you imagine or are willing to believe.

Your heart is beautiful, it is created by God, known by Him, loved by Him. There is more right with your heart than you know, and it's not up to you to decide what is wrong with it. Trust God to shape it as He wishes. Do as He says. Trust that it will result in your good, even if you can't see it right away. Trust that you have His spirit in you, that you can hear Him. Listen to that small still voice inside you.