Readers of this blog are well aware of my newfound interest in writing, not just non-fiction but most recently fictional short stories, a practice that may lead to longer forms in time. I am surprised how much fun I have in creating characters who participate in dramas f my own design based on memories of... Continue Reading →
William Morris and St. Stephen Anglican Church, Summerland
An old bridal tale goes: Something old,something new,something borrowed,something blue . . . In a different tone and context, the good book reminds us: No one sews a piece of unshrunk cloth on an old cloak; otherwise, the patch pulls away from it, the new from the old, and a worse tear is made. (Mark... Continue Reading →
Jeff’s question
My colleague and friend, Jeff, recently emailed the following question to me: “Hi Ken -- just wondering how you're doing these days? So much terribly difficult stuff going on, all at once. We are struggling with it -- working a lot through the emotions, especially grief and frustration. Around here, most everyone is experiencing that.” ... Continue Reading →
Photography, a catalyst for exploration — A blind photographer pictures the Paris Paralympics
By Samantha Hurley, a photographer and a journalism student at the University of Georgia — Sept. 13, 2024 in the New York Times [Visit the link to view images] [With thanks to Peggy Wilmot for the share, I am pleased to learn of Samantha Hurley’s considerable talent and determination as a budding “blind photographer.” Rather... Continue Reading →
She stole the show: Ceremony, creativity, and connection
A reprint from Susie Henderson, a textile artist based in Toronto, Ontario. Her partner, Jennifer Henry is a longtime activist and justice-impassioned leader who was recently ordained as a minister in the United Church of Canada. A stole is the long “scarfy” thing worn by clergy during worship services. Sometimes people are surprised that I... Continue Reading →