Letting Go … Letting Love
I have the great pleasure to have been blogging since 2008. The practice started as The United Church of Canada began to imagine ways it might speak to those with whom it shares similar values, such as social justice, environmental concerns and relations with First Nations, yet were not in relationship. Since then, I have been humbled to have met and connected with people from around the world for whom A Deacon’s Musing has been of interest.
I welcome you, therefore, to A Deacon’s Musing‘s home. Take a look around and hopefully you will find something of interest. If you are a current reader and seeker, I hope this feels like a new place to continue our ongoing conversation. If you are new to the blog, I look forward to exploring where faith and spirit interact in our lives in the world. If there are topics or ideas you would like to explore, please do not hesitate to contact me!
With Light’s Blessings,
#ShineOn!
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I am the child of a survivor. When I called my parent to share what I was considering writing about for this week’s musing, I did so with a deep respect and awareness of what a survivor walks with every and each day. I remember the nightmares waking me and the moments of extreme fragility in my growing.
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