Let’s Talk About Borders

Photo by Jaymantri on Pexels.com “Borders are scratched across the hearts of men, by strangers with a calm, judicial pen, and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink along the map turn red.” ― Marya Mannes ” Just going to the store, won’t be long, ” I shouted to my

Santa and Angels

It was Christmas Eve and children all over the world were waiting for the most magical day of the year. Serena looked up at the stars, “Can you see Santa” “N0. But he’s up there somewhere. I can feel it ” replied Tarrin Tarrin and Serena heard a whistling sound and an object dropped out

Confession

This is a photo from 2016. My granddaughters Tarrin on the left and Brianna on the right. Brianna was apprehensive. She stood in line with her grade 8 class, from St. Ignatius school,waiting to confess her sins to Father Munroe. It was the beginning of Advent and she had to be cleansed of her past

Pilgrimage

“To feel the pull, the draw, the interior attraction, and to want to follow it, even if it has no name still, that is the “pilgrim spirit.”The “why” only becomes clear as time passes, only long after the walking is over.”― Kevin A. Codd, Beyond Even the Stars: A Compostela Pilgrim in France Each July

The Hidden Hand

“When God is ready for you to move, He will make your situation uncomfortable.” ― Germany Kent The hidden hand of God tapped me lightly on the shoulder and guided me on a path that I had never walked before.  A path that bought forth my humanity from the arrogant, robot like being that I