each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us. we need hours of aimless wandering or spates of time sitting on park benches, observing the mysterious world of ants and the canopy of treetop Maya Angelou I read this […]

So, I haven’t been in this space for a while. Honestly, it’s been hard to sit down and really write. It’s comparable to leaving the light and descending into that basement studio where a slab of marble awaits its sculptor. Not that I’ve ever sculpted […]

I don’t like being political. When my sister and dad get into their debates that somehow always circle back to the subject of “yay-or-nay Trump”, I prefer to remain silent. “Don’t you have an opinion?” my sis once asked me, frustrated when I hadn’t backed […]

What surprised me most about the village was how people sat by the streets and watched. It seemed like they had nothing better to do. Men with white singlets, limp cigarettes hanging out the sides of their mouths. Grandmothers with plump babies bobbing up and […]

for he was looking for the city which has foundations, whose architect and builder is God…therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God; for He has prepared a city for them. Hebrews 11:10, 16 I did this exercise at the start of 2017, […]

if there is no room for nuance, there is no room for being human -Nish Weiseth In thinking about living missional, I came across Nish Weiseth’s writing on culture, politics and faith. how we bridge the gap, step over boundaries and connect with what means […]

These two weeks have been quite enlightening for me. They have not been easy to say the least, but the alone times have forced me to seriously consider what Paul meant when he said: I press on toward the goal for the prize of the […]

I stumbled across quite the gem of a book while perusing the shelves of an Indigo bookstore last week. Written by Michael Puett, a Harvard professor of ancient Chinese history, “The Path” is a summary of his most popular course, one that students flock to in […]

I’m curled up in a little corner at Tommy Cafe, a beautiful respite of vintage-white in the heart of Old Montreal. A centrepiece of verdun-green vines hang from the ceiling. Waiters bustle about, delivering glazed raisin croissants, mochas with cream swirled into a leaf. My […]

I’ve done everything I can to distract myself from sitting down and writing. And it’s come down to this: I’m standing in front of the kitchen counter waiting for a pot of water to boil so I can dump my kale in. My laptop is […]