Dear Heavenly Father, Abba. Daddy. Almighty Creator. Everlasting God. First of all, Thank You for this day, for the breaths You have allowed me to take, for the fingers that type this letter to You (I thought about handwriting – taking the time to write the ‘old-fashioned’ way – but decided against it, perhaps because…
Tag: Prayer
When We Forget
As I reflect on the incredible sacrifice that thousands made for the freedom of others on this ANZAC Day 2021, and I look back at the madness of the year that has gone by since the beginning of the current pandemic, the realisation is always the same – the battle is always for and within…
What Matters Most
Lent 2021 is almost upon us. This time last year life was, for all intents and purposes, kicking along in this new decade. Sure, there may have been rumours about some sort of virus in China spreading but many people – here in the southern hemisphere at least – were only hearing tiny rumblings and…
I Don’t Know
How many timesHave I waited and hoped?Only to hear the silenceOf the night skyThat is your soul.And I don’t know the way Days go byMany nightsIn contemplation and prayer.Thinking, breathing inThe nothing repeating – again and again. And I lie mystified there…
A 2020 Perspective
The candleholder casts a beautiful blue light in the immediate space around my room. I feel calm and at peace when I pray by the softness of such comforting light. At times – when I sense heaviness upon my soul and heart, as I have many times this year – I leave my little candle…
Wounded in a Dark Wood
Did you know that 2020 marks the seven hundredth anniversary of the completion of Dante’s Divine Comedy? How apt. This post was not going to be about that, but I stumbled across this fact as I was searching for a metaphor about being ‘wounded’. Lost in a dark wood? Bingo. Little did I know in…
Grace in the Wilderness
It seems that I am constantly hunting… For books in my bookshelf,Ways to play the piano better,Improving my singing technique,Tips about contemplation… Or something else. Sometimes I am picking up where I left off, starting something new then putting it down again, or seeking ways which will satisfy my longing for connection, love, and peace….
Nada te turbe
This picture is a detail from François Gérard’s painting of St Teresa of Ávila, a Spanish Carmelite nun, contemplative, and mystic who was born in 1515 and died in 1582. She wrote several spiritual classics considered to be masterpieces of the spiritual life, and was the first woman to be made a doctor of the…
The MuSinGer 