Friday, March 4, 2011


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Friday, February 18, 2011

Who Inspires You?

Atlantic Canada's BloomingWriter, Jodi Delong, published a wonderful review of my book, Sanctuary: The Story of Naturalist Mary Majka, on her blog this morning. (Thank you, Jodi!)

It's difficult to express the joy (and fear) of throwing your carefully crafted words out there in the public domain, then hearing how they touched a chord for those who read them. I've been very moved by the response to Sanctuary so far - by the emails and letters from people who were deeply inspired by the story of Mary's life.

And, this morning, I've particularly loved reading how those who are commenting on Jodi's blog have reached back into their memories to share the stories of the people who inspire them. It brings to the light how each one of us might elevate others to their own greatness without even realizing it.

It brings to mind a quote from the book made by a man who was encouraged by Mary when he was a teen. He went on to craft a life-long career as a naturalist and talks about one particular job banding birds on Grand Manan Island:

“During that ten-year period, I worked with about twenty-five hundred children. I always made sure everyone had a chance to see and touch the birds. I think I imagined myself as Mary Majka. I wanted to pass on the love of nature that she encouraged in me. It may not take root in all of them, but maybe one in a thousand will turn out to be exceptionally gifted. So I treat everyone the same and hope her influence will spread far and wide. Like ripples.”

So, hop right on over to Jodi's BloomingWriter blog to leave a comment about who inspires you and perhaps you'll win a copy of Sanctuary!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Today and everyday...share the love

"Love is never lost. 
If not reciprocated,
it will flow back and soften and 
purify the heart."
Washington Irving

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

How is it with your Soul?

"The soul is like a wild animal - tough, resilient, savvy, self-sufficient. It knows how to survive in hard places. But it is also shy. Just like a wild animal, it seeks safety in the dense underbrush. If we want to see a wild animal, we know that the last thing we should do is go crashing through the woods yelling for it to come out. But if we will walk quietly into the woods, sit patiently by the base of the tree, and fade into our surroundings, the wild animal we seek might just put in an appearance." 
Parker J. Palmer, A Hidden Wholeness

Once the echoes of Christmas faded, I made a commitment to my soul. I promised to set aside the first hours of my day...every morning for 40 days. During that time, I would wait patiently, listening for its voice.  It's been 28 days now and I am just learning to quiet my mind, relax in the silence and listen. I'm getting comfortable with myself. And waiting.

Two weeks ago, we noticed deer tracks along our snowshoe trail. "That's the big buck traveling alone," noted my husband. He had seen the tracks periodically over the past two years...tracks noteworthy for their size.  We'd never glimpsed him though. He was elusive and shy. We found the oval pocket, where he slept, just beyond the treeline. He was lingering just out of sight.

As the snow deepened, we worried. We tramped our trail well, so he would have a solid path to travel. We put out feed to supplement his meagre diet of saplings. We cut partially fallen trees, so he could access the lichen on the upper branches.

Sometimes, on our return trek home, we found where he had been on the trail, just after our passing. Like he waited for us to disappear. He was crafty, that one.  Then last Saturday, I caught a quick glimpse. Just a rump and a tail, disappearing. We set up feeding stations.  He found them.

I knew if we tended to him carefully, gave him sanctuary, took care of his needs, he would honour us with his presence. Today, my wild animal made an appearance.

It was worth the wait.

How is it with your soul?

Friday, January 21, 2011

What do you really want?

It was just before Christmas when Diane posted the question on her Facebook page.

"What do you want this year?" 

I knew she didn't mean a new lens for my camera or my favourite indulgence soap...

or even some sweet, small trinket.

Diane thinks deeper than that. The question gave me pause.

What did I want? The truth was, I didn't know. And if I didn't know, who did?

After Christmas, I settled in to read my new book, Sacred Rhythms. It's about spiritual transformation. About listening and seeking. Solitude and questioning. The first chapter asked me to name my truest desire. "How bad do you want it?", the author asked. There it was again.

Can I share something? I'm surrounded by people who regularly ask themselves this question; people who themselves are surrounded by vision boards pasted with pink Cadillacs, beach umbrellas, bestsellers, designer houses and Monopoly money. People who practice the power of intention or visualization. I see most of this as surface stuff....the stuff of distraction.

But, I can count on one knuckle the number of times anyone has looked me straight in the eye and asked me, "What do you really want?"  What is the need below the surface? 

True Desire is an elusive thing. It's not some pretty bauble-du-jour.

So, I sat with my question in the aloneness of the morning -  morning after morning, actually - watching the sunlight slide from the tops of the trees, prodding beneath my answers, sifting through them, like the chickadees sorting through the seeds at the feeder. Looking for the hidden nugget of truth.

And when the answer didn't come, I walked with the question. Through new fallen snow, along snowshoe tracks, past smooth fields and bristled trees, beneath bruised and smudged skies, the question followed me like my shadow.

Oh, it is easy to say,  "I want to be a successful speaker and author." But then the question arises...what must you say and where will you send your words? How do you define 'success'?


"I want to spend more time with friends and family." Really?  That's a choice, not a desire.

Or "I want my health."  If I gave you health, what would you do with it?  Neglect it? Use it? Who would it serve?
Or "I want my grandson close by." But it's not enough, just to have him here. If he was, what difference could you make in his life? Is it for him, or is it for you?

This's not an easy thing to name. It's the need beneath all the questions.

To be seen. To have a voice. To be understood. To live freely and feel joy. To love and be loved.
To know, really know, God.
To make some small or great difference.

Once I know this honest, true Desire, then I know in what direction I must turn my face.
Where to place my next step. It really must be the root of it all, you know.

What do you want? Truly.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Bear Play

 A whopping 30cm fell overnight.

What to do with all that snow...

Pleasures newly found are sweet
when they lie about our feet.
William Wordsworth

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Shadow and Light...

Two nights ago, I stood beneath the stars...beneath a sky both cold and blazing, empty and grandiose, mysterious and mesmerizing. Beneath a brilliance of glittering light, emblazoned on shadows as deep as the universe is vast. Beneath meteors on flaming paths that disappeared before I could be certain they even existed.

I stood, feeling every inch of cold flaming my skin, every breath chilling my lungs, feeling vividly alive, larger than life, yet infinitesimally small and insignificant. The paradox of living. Where each of us is vitally important within our own realm, yet as tiny as a mote of dust or single snowflake within God's realm.

The crystalline clarity of the night brought home what I love about winter.

Winter is a time for reflection, a signal for me to hibernate,
to sink deep within the cozy comfort of home and family.

For me to look out and see clearly to the horizons...
across fields, the curves and hummocks laid bare and white, all life sleeping underground.

Through the forest with its trees stripped of leaves, devoid of colour...

I see the bones of them, with their crooked trunks and twisted limbs, unadorned, as they truly are.

Bare shadows and light.

It is time, also for me to look see myself,
without the window dressing of my interactions with others,
or the faces I turn to the world.

To look deeply within and to examine my own hidden landscape,
the interplay of my own shadows and light and how one serves the other,
the mystery of who I am and who I might be. 
The bones of my own true nature.

"Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace."
Frederick Beuchner,  Now & Then: A Memoir of Vocation