Monday, June 18, 2018

For Resa

Another story of a child or children separated from parents, of tears streaming
no comfort,  ever the optimist  my friend on facebook offers hope.

I am reading Forgiveness selected for Canada reads. 

I talk to friends, celebrate anniversaries, birthdays,  picnic by the Bay.

Listen to small voices across phone lines telling me about dinosaur bones and maman’s graduation,  wrap my arms through  the lines until I can feel their hearts beating against mine. 

I cycle to the Bay,  jump in feeling the cool waters washing over sorrow. 

I sit on the porch and discuss letters to write to Prime Ministers,  donations to be made to law societies.

Sitting in the labyrinth pulling grasses out by the roots,  careful not to disturb the tiny seedling, remember planting his placenta there,  such tiny little people, so innocent, so loved, so hurting.

I read poetry written by a friend, by a stranger,  known and unknown by another,
soul soothing,  grateful for a friend ever the optimist who inspires me.

gloria kropf nafziger June 2018

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Movement

When I swim waves lap,
over shoulders
love blossoms heart opens.

When I dance energy flows,
through body
 love blossoms hearts open.

When I jump earth shakes,
excitements felt
love blossoms heart opens.

When I twirl stars move,
focus calls
love blossoms hearts open.

When I skip play enters,
laughters greeting
love blossoms heart opens.

When I walk birds sing,
leg lifts
love blossoms  hearts open.

When I breathe

love blossoms heart opens

gloria kropf nafziger June 2018

Friday, June 8, 2018

Awake

Today I awoke

to the babbling delighted sounds of my granddaughter’s voice and her smile, to my daughter’s admonition to stop reading the news, to her advising me that there were two good news events,  Linda Mae Lindo won in her riding and Mike Schreiner won in Guelph, she said that’s all I needed to know.  

We think the same in the political arena, my daughter and I.      I told my son-in-law that I did not look at facebook, as my friends were a very biased lot,  so biased he asked that I did not see this coming?    No, not quite I acknowledged. 

Then I was greeted by my grandson, eyes sparkling,  he woke up before I left.  We were both delighted.  

I went for breakfast with my dear sister, cousin, friend,  we had a wonderful visit and did not discuss the election.   There were many conversations that we wanted to have, many joys to share. 

It was time to drive home to Collingwood,  but first a stop at the bookstore to buy a birthday present for another grandson, and texts with his mama to make sure he did not have the book, I chose. 

On the drive home,  I listened as I often do to CBC, they had a two hour phone in show about the election, titled is this what you wanted.    I heard voice after voice ,  from people who voted green, who voted liberal, who voted conservative, who voted ndp say, it was not what they wanted.  I heard one voice say he was delighted and he danced with  joy. 

Then I heard an interview that stayed with me, as I arrived home, as I mowed the lawn, as I delighted in the blooms in the labyrinth, in the shade bed, in the rose bed, as I moaned as I saw the kale was completely gone, eaten from the vegetable bed. 

I heard an interview with someone who won a seat.   This politician said.   I do not want to pull people down,  I have no interest in negating another.  I want to work together to build Ontario up.   I want us to build Ontario up together.   This person had positive hopeful things to say about politicians and parties. 

I was inspired.

I know about working together to build each other up across difference.    My family members know how to do that.  Many of my friends and neighbours know how to do that. 

I experienced that over and over again on the Camino as people gave me helpful suggestions to make my walk easier or to support me when they saw I was wearing down.   We did not know our differences at that moment we only knew our need for a helping hand. 

I believe if we can build one another up individually we can do it communally.    

I was inspired by that phone interview, and I commit myself with you as my witness to work to build a better world  in ways that I am able and called to,  and I am soooo very grateful it is not in politics …

Will you join me??

And I  give thanks and send blessings to  politicians many,  who care deeply and sacrifice  to make the world a better place.

Gkn June 8, 2018



Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Where I walk

For thousands of years, people have walked seeking spiritual renewal,  on the Camino Santiago,  a well worn path,  travelling from church spire to church spire.  Before the churches they walked from coven to coven, not as much is acknowledged about that time. 

 Yet we read of the history of witchcraft, and we heard there were no witches until the inquisition.  

It got me to thinking about racism,  and the awareness that where I walk every day, where I walked this morning to the bay to enjoy the beauty,  where I turned to Liw and said, “ we live here,”  Indigenous peoples lived and worked and walked and played. 

I live in a country of great privilege for many,  we are about to have an election in this province, Ontario,   where one of the questions is about taxation, who should bear the burden for the services that are offered.  

Is it true that to whom much is given much it required?   Do I, do we believe it?   What does it mean to love your neighbour as yourself?  Or are those values expired…

As I walked on the Camino in Spain, I was aware of the tremendous gift it was to be able to take three weeks out of my life to walk and to explore a place so new, so foreign to me.    I was able to meet people from fourty different countries, from many different spiritual/religious paths.   L

I liked the people I met, we did not argue, at least not much, about ideology and when Webster and I agreed that we disagreed about many things we wished each other well, and celebrated those things about the other we could truly celebrate. 

I was aware as I walked that there were not many people of colour on the walk,   and I contemplated why that would be.  

I do not see many indigenous people when I walk around my home,  and yet they were the first peoples on this land.     I read on the historical plaques around town about the history of the first peoples,  and about small pox and land claims disallowed. 

I believe I am responsible with all of my privilege to offer a different way of being in the world.  

I no longer find a home in Institutional Christianity.  I find great comfort in the teachings of Jesus and in the verse in Micah6:8. 

May the lessons I bring from the Camino and carry  in my ongoing life pilgrimage be to act justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with my god ( dess) . 

Gkn May 30, 2018


Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Ten Things I learned while walking on the Camino



Part 1

1  Look carefully for wild roses before you chose where to pee
2  Look carefully for barb wire fences before you chose where to pee
   Look carefully for shepherds' before you chose where to pee
Look carefully for slippery rocks before you chose where to pee
 Look carefully for pilgrims before you chose where to pee.

Part 2

1.     Notice always notice the direction of the wind before you chose where to pee.
2.     Notice always notice the  cattle in the field before you chose where to pee
3.     Notice always notice the young photographers in the area before you
chose where to pee.
4.     Notice always notice  the stinging nettles before you chose where to pee.
5.     Notice always notice the distance into the city before you decide not to pee.



 gkn May 2018