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Monday Spiritual Rumination: Autumn Reverie

Beautiful, Nancie ❤️

The Prayerful Peacock

Each time Autumn wraps its beauty around us, I feel my mortality more intensely. This is not a sad time—quite the opposite.

The color play of grandeur, the glory of maroons, golds, crimsons against crisp blue skies or soft cloudy greys evoke memories of tender life experiences. I am not disappointed.

The rustle of dying foliage and the whistle of winds is a tribute in symphony of summer now past and winter to be.

The odor of decaying leavery, burning piles of raked treasures, over ripened fruits and vegetables are like incense rising, an evening prayer of thanksgiving.

My feet crunch along a path of brown and cracked tree debris and I am once again seven years old.

And one day, I will rest in the mulch, soar with the smoke, and glow like the harvest moon…



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Evening Prayer- 24 October 2016

The sun has set and the Vesper Lights flicker and glow 

A day with family and a time of reflection 

As we prepare for a flight tomorrow

As we anticipate time with my folks

Lord, bless our family wherever they are

Bless this time we pray

For the world as well as our family

Lord, I lift this humble prayer 

Dona Nobis Pacem 

Grant Us Peace 

A wee prayer from the heart of your Padre…

October Surprise

Amen, Ronnie! Get busy living, loving, and being… that’s what the Lord calls us to do!

Ronnie McBrayer

endOctober is traditionally the month of fall festivals, the first frost, radiant hardwood trees, and in this election year, the fabled “October surprise.” October also seems to be the month for a different type of surprise – at least a predicted though as of yet unrealized one: October garners the attention of more doomsday prophets and Armageddon predictors than any other month.

Why, I can’t say, except that the cooler temperatures must make some religious leaders downright apocalyptically apoplectic. A plethora of men and women have stamped October as the expiration date for the universe, each with their own brand of imagination and interpretive gymnastics.

One such individual was a Baptist minister named William Miller. Miller was a talented preacher, who like many religious enthusiasts of his era, became fixated on the second coming of Christ. Miller predicted that “the second coming of Jesus Christ would be on or before…

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how remembering helps make room for joy

Remembering can be joyful…

Poetry Joy


Life passes in a blur and we can become too caught up in busyness to stop and savour the present moment. We forget that Now is all we really have to experience to the full. Except, that is, for those conscious acts of remembrance which stir our hearts with sweet ache of memory, turn thoughts back to gratitude.

I’ve been thinking about my grandson approaching the grand old age of three, reflecting on the enormous privilege of being his grandma, how I get to watch him grow, have a part to play in his future.

This little fellow has truly captured my heart and been teaching me more about joy than any text-book could, because he lives with a confident expectation of life being full of good things. Joy is his default mode most days.

Although I require a lot of support myself due to chronic health problems, I happily, willingly

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Evening Prayer – 23 October 2016

As we departed this beautiful “thin place”

We offered thanksgiving for the Sabbath blessing

Through discussions, sharing, worship, reflection

We drew closer to you, O Lord 

We drew closer to one another

Thank you for these Sabbath gifts 

Now, the sun has set and the Vesper Lights flicker

A long afternoon of driving 

Yielded a wonderful evening with family

This weary Padre lifts up his evening prayer to you, O Lord

Dona Nobis Pacem 

Grant Us Peace 

A wee prayer from the thankful, yet sleepy heart of your Padre…

searching out the joy bringers

Joy bringers and Joy givers from my dear Sister, Joy!

Poetry Joy


I don’t have to search much to find the joy bringers in my life. For instance, I love (in no particular order) – curling up with a good book, spending time with family, drinking coffee, eating dark chocolate, reading and writing poetry, scenting sea air, watching day seeping into dusk and sunset, being outside,  laughter, company, connecting, silence and solitude.

Some of these are easily achievable now; others must wait for the right timing, opportunity, sufficient health, strength and energy to coincide. You’ll note some of them seem contradictory. That’s because I’m a reflective, contemplative introvert at heart and also a woman who savours being in touch with others!

While I relish having a writing outlet, and derive great satisfaction and pleasure from many things, it is relationships most of all that provide me with the greatest joy and pleasure.

I delight most in family and friends, knowing and being…

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Havdalah – Evening Prayer – 22 October 2016

Havdalah is the closing prayer ritual of Sabbath. Havdalah means: separate yourself from hatred and violence; promote peace among people and nations… Let us carry into the coming week some Sabbath hope and joy… **

The sun has set and the Vesper Lights flicker and glow 

As the candles flickered, we prayed and sang

We sang songs of hope and prayed together 

In a world of violence, hatred, and fearmongering

We pray for peace, love, and grace

In a world of fraud and exploitation 

We pray for a willingness to reach out in love and solidarity

In a world where something or someone is sacred only if they believe or look like us

We strive to see all things and all people as sacred; created and blessed by God

Into this world, we pray your Shalom O Lord, Creator of the Universe

Dona Nobis Pacem

Grant Us Peace 

A wee prayer from the heart of your Padre…
**selections taken from “Gates of Prayer: The New Union Prayer Book (Weekends, Sabbaths, and Festivals)”