Author name: Augusta

Stars when you shine – You know how I feel, Scent of the pine – You know how I feel …                                                                           […]

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing is a field. I will meet you there.  When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.                                                         ~

I cultivate my garden, and my garden cultivates me. ~ Robert Brault Her face was lit with life and excitement. She and a friend are taking off for the weekend. She began to tell me how much work she should be doing for her Doctorate as she is coming to its completion. As a writer, I

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. Kahlil Gibran My doctor turns and looks at me, without any prior conversation or thought, at least on my part, he asks, “Do you think death has to be morbid?” The question is so sudden and seemingly out of context, it

Considering what to write about this month, prayer is forefront. Demonstrations are happening around the globe as the COVID is seemingly catching its breath. Under the threat of a pandemic, in spite of the violence, the rubber bullets, and the flash grenades, the walkers just keep coming. And in such times as these praying needs

The morning is sunny. With a laundry bag in each hand and still here at the chalet in semi-isolation, I head down the hill to my daughter’s house to use her washing machine. Starting across the lawn, I turn to glance at the bay. The beauty of it stops me. The sun is brilliant, the

“The answer my friend is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind…” Several Nova Scotia readers have told me of their tears for the carnage that was wrought here in the province several days ago. Indeed when one thinks of the lives lost, the suffering of those who loved them, family,

“If I could catch the feeling, I would: the feeling of the singing of the real world, as one is driven by (aloneness) and silence from the habitual world.” Olivia Laing My park is a gated community in the middle of Tucson. I decided to stay there till the first of May — that sounded

Gratefulness is the great task, the how of our Spiritual work because rightly understood it re-roots us.                                                                       ~ Brother David Steindl-Rast* Through

My grandmother came for a visit several times a year when I was a child. She lived three hours away. My strongest memories were always the day she left. Sitting out on the front steps, watching the back of the car driving away, I remember feeling very inside-sad and inside-lost. Then, I probably went off