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A hero of peace flew away – one who saw treasure beneath imperfection to reveal God’s reincarnation in each conception.   A hero of peace flew away, but not quickly. Not before planting two blossoms on The Farm, which multiplied into a bouquet of thousands. They’ve perfumed France, indeed the world, for over fifty years. Their scent intensifies still.   A hero of peace flew away. This is nothing... more

Last comment by Carole on Sep 26, 2019.


Look at this temple that soars to the sky Now look a bit closer — do you see why? The bright colours that adorn such lofty towers Are fragments of glass no bigger than flowers   Once beautiful china, they were dumped in the sea As worthless and broken, nothing to see   IMG_20190108_150159.jpg When I saw their beauty, and learned from whence it came I reflected that... more

Last comment by Carole on Feb 19, 2019.


My God, let me eat you Let me drink you in You’re in the air You’re in the wind You’re in the sun You’re in the trees Holy communion is all around me   Praying in the beauty of Prince Edward County, Ontario.

Last comment by Carole on Aug 16, 2018.


Today I am gifted with deep peace. It’s centered deep, low in my body, in my womb. It’s birthing strength to face new challenges and forget past fears. It stills my mind; my body is tranquil. May I carry this peace all day and into tomorrow.

Last comment by Carole on Aug 16, 2018.


“You know that woman who came by herself?” said the vinegar craftsman to the server. “You mean me?” I asked, revealing my presence, losing the chance to hear the next sentence. Would it be that I was still there, hours later, sated with vinegar, recipes and stories? Was it the story I told the young woman who made my pizza, of my travels seeking stories that bring peace? Her great aunt couldn’t... more

Last comment by Carole on Aug 15, 2018.


I love my prayer corner. Bring me here Meet me here Teach me here Change me here I love my prayer corner.

Last comment by Carole on Mar 31, 2018.


I met a man who came from awayWith no friends, no money, no EnglishEverything against himBut he was proudHe had two hands, he wanted to workNot accept helpThis man went to Toronto and almost starvedBefore he found somewhere to eat and sleepThis man has two degrees, he’s a priest, he risked his life defending human rightsHe can’t go to law school because his war-torn country can’t send his... more

Last comment by Carole on Sep 21, 2017.


Trees and paths Leaves and needles I collect burrs like badges on two wheels Three million neighbours and no one knows I’m here except the squirrel ignoring me in the twilight   Night falls I climb up hills which hid the ravine Gentle drops and warm wind, slough off the day’s cares as I race the downpour to my door

Last comment by Carole on Oct 18, 2016.


What would I give up so the world didn’t cry? All mistakes to prevent regret? Then we’d have to always know the right choice. Would I sacrifice curiousity for omniscience, The fun of learning for all wisdom? The chance of rejection for guaranteed love? Would an effortless love be worth anything? Freedom and individuality for automatons who can’t do evil? The need for heroes, by... more

Last comment by Carole on Apr 19, 2016.


I don’t want our kids to meet at encounter groups, to learn to empathise with the “other” I don’t want them to hear of the Holocaust, to learn how our homelands became our graves I don’t want them to talk about the Nakba, the right of return, and how long it takes I don’t want to fear that in my nascent country, we risk annihilation again I don’t want to... more

Last comment by Carole on Nov 11, 2015.