On a beautiful autumn afternoon, I was at home, having just collected a friend from the airport in Cranbrook.  We were discussing what we wanted to do with the rest of the day, a few days before Thanksgiving.  In the midst of this conversation my mobile phone rang and it was the local hospital.  A patient had requested baptism, “it didn’t matter what flavour”. (more...)

In my previous article, I wrote about Bonnie, a woman who was baptised in hospital, another breast cancer warrior.  When I wrote the last article, I knew that Bonnie’s time in this life would be short.  This article tells the story of her death. (more...)

The next five days were a blur of meetings and appointments.  I went to bed Wednesday night, waking at 1:00 am to drive to Calgary and catch a flight to Ontario.  I had been testing for COVID every other day and had been feeling quite rough, but put it down to stress, loss and anxiety.  Air travel is my least favourite form of travel. (more...)

I have been overweight most of my adult life.  Scratch that, I'm fat.  And I'm okay with that.  I don't mind being called that.  I don't consider it a slur or an insult.  Three years ago, at a doctor's appointment, we were discussing my blood sugar, which had been in the "pre-diabetes" range for about five years.  She was concerned with my health and my weight.  After some discussion we decided to start me on Ozempic. (more...)

I am a Queer Person of great faith.  I pray all the time, usually not knelt by the side of the bed like you see in television and movies.

The link for the open letter is here.  (more...)

Every now and then I get asked to write an article for our Diocesan Newspaper The Highway.  Usually I write about small town ministry, or ecumenical shared ministry.  Given the current state of "The Church" as we see it and how quickly things are changing and the abject fear that is palpable, I decided to write about time.  It's something I've been saying locally for years, and as this is a wider "audience" who knows how it will land.  The body of the article is below. (more...)

All of my adult life I have struggled to express emotions.  Growing up I was allowed to be happy, but not too happy.  All in moderation.  I could be sad, but only if injured.  I was not allowed to be angry.  And I carried those <insert sarcasm text here> healthy coping mechanisms into adulthood. (more...)

I have amassed quite a collection of Radish & Patch characters over the years and while they usually adorn my front window, some of the characters are also spread throughout my flat. (more...)

Click to read a prayer I wrote for the Queer Out Here Conference in 2024. (more...)

So, I begin with an apology. I've neglected almost everything about my self care and especially I've neglected this blog.  These days my mind is scattered, and I struggle with finding cohesive things to say, never mind write. (more...)

I'm in a slump...the post-Easter-hardly-have-time-to-breathe-while-preparing-for-Worship-and-time-to-be-away.  I'm also in a bad mood.  Because I'm tired.  And weary. (more...)

I have no excuse...that's not exactly true, I have plenty of excuses but none of them really matter.  The truth is, it's been a hard slog lately.  (more...)

I've struggled with insomnia for most of my adult life.  I have a new family doctor and he's quite good.  When I went to my first appointment we talked about my major stressors and about the sleep issues I have.  He recommended something to me called "Sleep Restriction" therapy.  It works like this... (more...)

Where it all began in 2022 (more...)