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Soul Nourishing Practice: Prayer of Repetition
“Prayer of Repetition is like a seasoned fisherman who knows he can go back time and time again to a good fishing hole and find fish. The spot never seems to empty of good fish, and he gets a new one every time.”
…I mean, I don’t eat fish, but I can appreciate the sentiment. Perhaps, we swap out fishing holes with a strawberry, tomato, or cucumber plant in your garden that keeps producing fresh produce for you every time you go and look…
What I've Been Reading Lately - Spring/Summer 2022
Does anyone know where the phrase ‘bookworm’ comes from?
I looked it up.
It’s kinda gross.
“The origin of the idiom “bookworm” probably originated as a somewhat derogatory term for a person who studied or read more than was usual. Bugs such as silverfish, book lice, and linoleum beetles were referred to as bookworms because they inhabited books; thus the idiom.”
I’ve been in the habit of looking up common phrases after seeing a few posts on Instagram that highlight the often derogatory, offensive and even racist origins of some common phrases we use. Now, when I remember to do so (which is becoming more common than not), I try to look up the origin of a phrase before I use it. That led me to look up the phrase bookworm before I used it to self-describe myself this summer. So, let’s skip the phrase ‘bookworm’, shall we!
Holy Curiosity
There’s a phrase I was introduced to during spiritual direction training that I’ve come to love.
‘Holy curiosity’.
“Holy curiosity is about getting curious about what’s around you, assuming you know nothing, and allowing everything to be able to teach you something if you linger long enough.”
Lessons from a Month of Seeking Magic: Part 3
On the Sunday of the September long weekend I awoke to a perfectly chilly morning. The sun was shining and the thermostat in our house read ‘68ºF’. Considering everything is done in celsius, I genuinely have no idea what that means in a number I can make sense of, but I do know that 68ºF means cool and I was here for it.
A soft smile spread across my face as I opened the bedroom closet door and pulled out my cozy housecoat. I walked into the kitchen, feeling the chill in the air drifting in from the windows kiss my exposed skin, filled the kettle with water for my morning cup of tea, and looked out the kitchen window at the big tree in front of our house. Slowly the shade of green it has been most of summer is starting to lighten, allowing a shade of green with yellow undertones to begin to glow in the morning sunlight. My smile grew. What a delight.
Lessons from a Month of Seeking Magic: Part 2
If you asked me why I started to do a month of seeking magic, I would tell you it was because I was craving magic in my daily life. If you asked why I ventured outdoors for daily walks without distractions of music or going outside during times I knew my neighbourhood would be busy, I don’t know if I would have had the best description for the most scientific, thought out, well-rounded answer. The truth would have been, ‘because that’s what I felt I needed’, which may sound equal parts vague and mystical.