This article was first published in the Mennonite World Review. *** My dad smells of hay and manure, the soil and the outdoors, spiritually speaking. His relationship with God is a sturdy thing, like coveralls that have hung always in the basement between chorings and are caked with dusty silage. He is a simple […]
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July was everything. It wounded me, warmed me, overwhelmed me. Everything that could have happened, did happen. There was a family reunion. There was Deer Lake. There was this crazy awesome group of people—I call them team members, therapists, friends—who impacted my world in ways I didn’t expect. There was beauty. There were sunsets. Children.
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I gather glints and sparkles from the crests of waves. Dark waters roil beneath. I photograph trees tall in a forest; The rough bark that scratches my fingers can never be felt. Fish, sparkles, sequins lie splayed across pages Where they dry in the sun. Below, life. *** Since this poem mystified my mom, and
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That’s us by the Cessna in the feature photo above (email readers will need to click through to the blog), ready to take flight for Deer Lake. This is my fourth year of traveling to Deer Lake, a reserve of around a thousand people in northern Ontario, to help with summer Bible school. This year, we had
There is a place and a people in the North that has grown in my heart over the years, a place where laughter is loud and deep, where space is wide and silence immense, where loons call and we will have moose for supper tonight. Deer Lake, Ontario, here we come!
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