Inspired words

  • My Silent Place

    My Silent Place

    I remember the first time that I read Wendell Berry’s poem “How to be a Poet”. Now, I am not a poet, at all. However, I do love poetry and words that remind me what it means to be human. That is exactly what, I feel, this poem does. It reminds me what it means…

  • The Evolution of Hope

    The Evolution of Hope

    It’s been over a year since I have delivered a meditation session for the Sanctuary community. I had to step back as my husband became acutely unwell. And tragically, after seven months of struggle he passed away at the age of 53. When my husband, Graeme, first became sick, his doctors told me that they…