Universe as a Communion of Subjects
About 25 years ago, I became familiar with Thomas Berry’s statement that "The universe is a communion of subjects, not a collection of objects."1 I have repeated that line like…
Aerial view of Sioux Lookout, Ontario, Canada
A Communion of Subjects
"Have you ever stood in a forest and felt that you weren't simply looking at nature—you were somehow with the forest?" This question was put to me recently, and my…
The Blooming Golden Padauk: Seeing the Father in the Midst of Chaos
“Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father.” — John 14:9 Lately, God has been whispering the profound truth of these words to me—not merely through Scripture, but through…
The Purple Tomato™ (Norfolk Healthy Produce)
Why Do We Need Another Purple Tomato?
This question was posed last month at a local Seedy Saturday event during a discussion about a recently approved genetically modified (GM) tomato that is trademarked as The Purple Tomato™. This…
Just a Squirrel
The other day I was listening to a lecture on cosmology and evolution by Ilia Delio, noted Franciscan sister, theologian and author. In it she describes our evolution from a…
Seeds of Abundance
The church liturgical year has its seasons. Gardening has its seasons too. February brings the season of seed catalogues and Seedy Saturdays 1. This winter I’ve been reading The Serviceberry:…
Learning to be Human
Our earliest ancestors learned by observation how to survive and thrive across the vast landscape of our evolving planet. So close were their ties to the land and the plants…
The Interplay of Science and Faith
Recently I have been challenged by questions of the interface of science and faith . This was highlighted in a webinar ‘Spirituality on the Couch’ when I listened with wonder…
Listening to Mayon’s Echoing Voice
I grew up at the skirt of Mayon Volcano, rising over 8,000 feet with a perfect, living cone. At her sight, each morning was to awaken into awe and wonder.…
Autumn Reflections on Climate Change
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; … Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy…