Prayers

Bladders, Botox and Ash Wednesday

As I’m waiting in the hallway for that half hour to freeze my bladder, I see that there is a window overlooking the city. So I wheel to the window and wait out my half hour while looking out side.
The CN Tower is there. (After close to 30 years here that tower still takes my breath away). The sun is rising. The sky is blue. I am overlooking the city that I love so much

No swimming at the lake this year; 230 days away from home

For at least the past 10 years we as a family have been going to a camp to spend a week together. It has become a part of my annual rhythm of life to go there with other family friends, leave behind the day-to-day grind, enjoy being in nature, and relax. One of my favourite things to do there was to swim every afternoon in the lake. Something about floating around in lake water really does it for me (especially being able to pee guilt free in the water…) I think partially because it evens the playing field. When I’m in the water I don’t need to walk and I seem to be able to swim just fine. Like everyone else, I’m simply swimming around without the need of a mobility device.

199 Days Away from Home

there is that big giant tree in front of me. I suppose if I knew about trees I would know what kind of tree this was. But as I gaze on it in a form of meditation, I see two things. One is a tree that is reaching to the blue sky at any cost. The other is a tree that is heavy with its burden of the leaves and branches drooping towards the ground.

Who am I?

Since having to leave work because of my health, I’ve had nothing but time on my hands. And when I have all kinds of time, I have all kinds of thoughts.
Lately the main one running through my head is ‘who the heck am I now?’

Love Keeps no Record of Wrongs

how on earth did you manage to forgive them?
How did you find the strength while you were hanging there to ask your Father to ‘forgive them for they know not what they do’?
How do you not keep a record of those wrongs?

Love Does Not Boast

On this day when you could have violently demonstrated that you were in fact the King of kings,
On this day when you had every right to boast about who you were/are,
Lord of lords, Almighty God, Creator and Preserver of all things,
Remind me again and again that I truly have nothing to boast about.

Love doesn’t envy?

Lord, this whole love thing is starting to hurt now.
Do you mean that if I envy someone else that I must have some more growing to do in the love department?
If that’s the case, I have a lot of work to do.