I was in Saskatoon last week and met a friend who had something very special to show me. He took me to a quiet wintery park with a bag of mixed nuts and seeds...
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Practice Presence
This week I had a chance to visit Englewood, a neighbourhood in transition on the south side of Chicago. Englewood has been known for its crime and poverty...
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Neighbour-Blindness
I’ve never really liked geraniums. I think because my grandmother had them on her front porch which was a kind of dark and damp place where daddy-long-legged...
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A City of Makers
What do you make? This is a question that our community, Lake Ridge Community Church, is discussing together we start the New Year. It’s a question that can...
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Moving
The moving truck in front of our home in Saskatoon was full to the brim. In there, somewhere, was my bed, my clothes, and my little collection of precious Hot...
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The Art of the Question
I visited my neighbour at her work recently and I was inspired. She serves as a community builder by helping those who are at risk of homelessness. She’s super...
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Neighbourhood Newsletters
Over the years in our neighbourhood we have been slowly collecting and building a directory for our neighbours. At our annual August block party we invite...
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Still: The Good News of Christmas
Christmas is over and I hope it was merry for you in more than a few good ways. Perhaps by now you have rolled away from a table or two, full from heaping...
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Still: Your Life Has Meaning
A friend of mine sat across from me over lunch and said the most wonderful things to me. I don’t remember what prompted him, but his words were a gift. He...
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Still: The Life That Comes At Us
The invitation to be still is ancient. Words from our distant past hint at the perennial stress of busy-ness and noise on the human soul. For as long as we can...