in the midst of this holiday season, in the midst of recovery, maya angelou’s amazing peace – a true blessing for the world – remains poignant and timely.  whatever your culture, whatever your belief, may we all learn to look beyond complexion and see community…with peace may we create a language to translate ourselves to ourselves and to each otherwithout shynesswithout apologywithout hesitationpeace.


with gratitude to maya…

amazing peace ~ a christmas poem

thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
and lightening rattles the eaves of our houses.
floodwaters await in our avenues.

snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to
over unprotected villages.
the sky slips low and gray and threatening.

we question ourselves. what have we done to
so affront nature?
we interrogate and worry god.
are you there? are you there, really?
does the covenant you made with us still hold?

into this climate of fear and apprehension,
christmas enters,
streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope
and singing carols of forgiveness high up in the
bright air.
the world is encouraged to come away from
come the way of friendship.

it is the glad season.
thunder ebbs to silence and lightening sleeps
quietly in the corner.
floodwaters recede into memory.
snow becomes a yeilding cushion to aid us
as we make our way to higher ground.

hope is born again in the faces of children.
it rides on the shoulders of our aged as they
walk into their sunsets.
hope spreads around the earth, brightening
all things,
even hate, which crouches breeding in
dark corridors.

in our joy we think we hear a whisper.
at first it is too soft. then only half heard.
we listen carefully as it gathers strength.
we hear a sweetness.
the word is peace.
it is loud now.
louder than the explosion of bombs.

we tremble at the sound. we are thrilled by
its presence.
it is what we have hungered for.
not just the absence of war. but true peace.
a harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.
security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

we clap hands and welcome the peace of
we beckon this good season to wait awhile
with us.
we, baptist and buddhist, methodist and
muslim, say come.
come and fill us and our world with your
we, the jew and the jainist, the catholic and
the confucian,
implore you to stay awhile with us
so we may learn by your shimmering light
how to look beyond complexion and see

it is christmas time, a halting of hate time.

on this plaform of peace, we can create a
to translate ourselves to ourselves and to
each other.

at this holy instant, we celebrate the birth of
jesus christ.
into the great religions of the world.
we jubilate the precious advent of trust.
we shout with glorious tongues the coming
of hope.
all the earth’s tribes loosen their voices
to celebrate the promise of peace.

we, angels and mortals, believers and
look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
peace. we look at our world and speak the
word aloud.
peace. we look at each other, then into
and we say without shyness or apology or

peace, my brother.
peace, my sister.
peace, my soul.



there have been so many events that have challenged the topic of this post since i started this draft five weeks ago.  these events have come in the form of a personal and continuing family rift; an accident that miraculously did not have the fatal result that it courted; a series of deeply disturbing dreams; global events that have sickened me with despair; and an illness that is most

for each of these events the topic of recovery is even more apt.  before i go further though i must address our current global humanitarian crisis.

my heart is broken for the individuals and families that are being terrorized by isis.  please stand with me and others through avaaz, and pledge to face isis’s agenda of terror with love.  a very small gesture, but in the face of complete brutality and hopelessness it brings a small measure of comfort.

i cannot reconcile the hatred that has been displayed in my own country towards the very people who are already victims of this horrific regime.  the question echoes in my heart where is my canada?

and then while reading online i found this article about a man who has the compassion, generosity and resources to sponsor 50 refugee families.

omg, recovery!

this is my canada!  this is the home that i trust!  ReadyToHelp is a group that is pulling together resources and people to contribute in whatever way possible.  the actions of groups like RTH and people like jim estill have inspired in myself a turn away from despair and fear towards healing and hope.  the ripple effects of this kindness will continue to impact countless others.

to jim and his team of people making this happen (see “organizing syrian refugees” post), to the reporters that are putting out a message of love instead of suspicion and fear, and to the countless others that are giving whatever they can to help – know that your actions are supporting a powerful process of healing.  thank you for your kindness, generosity and

now for my original post…

recovery has been on my mind a lot recently.  it is a process that can come in so many forms, and at any time.  most of the time recovery is possible, and on occasion even an enjoyable process.  generally recovery takes the form of rest – a time of stillness, of peacefulness.  but it always includes the breakdown of one thing, that necessarily makes room for the growth of

perhaps that is the greatest miracle of this baffling existence.  that we can, within the space of a moment, experience the complexity of anger, compassion, helplessness, doubt, fear, love, inspiration, and despite our various wounds and agony we persevere. or maybe i have a multiple personality disorder.

IMG_0816a.sgas the northern hemisphere heads into its season of recovery i am grateful for a chance to settle my soul into the healing dark to rest. i hope that from this place of rest i can contribute a measure of healing, however big or small, to myself, to those i love, and to those that i can only reach through the ripple effects of small gestures.

may we all be blessed with