There are moments in life – profoundly ordinary and yet captivatingly beautiful moments – when all my senses are engaged. They converge into a kaleidoscope of things intangible, but exquisite; immanent, but somehow just beyond reach. It’s that walk in the woods, for instance, when last year’s leaves softly squish under each footstep. Ferns and…
James Paterson is an artist and “imagineer” who lives in Ontario. His award-winning wire sculptures are influenced by a childhood in the “vibrant and visually textured Kensington Market area of Toronto” and have been exhibited in Canada, the United States, Europe and Asia. Violet Nesdoly: What form did your early art take? James Paterson: I…
Artist Jennie Vegt tries her best not to come into a patient’s room with an agenda. Her first priority is to make patients feel seen and to get to know their creative interests. Her goal is simple: “Let’s bring arts experiences to the bedside.” Since 2021, Vegt has been an artist-in-residence through the Artists on…
Think of Reepicheep madly paddling in his coracle (and no doubt giggling with glee and curled whiskers) on his way to the Utter East, anticipating a reunion with a Lion he once met. Or think of Elrond, Galadriel and a small host of elves setting out for the farthest western lands to an eternity without…
Today’s sunshine is a welcome sight for winter-weary eyes. A delicate hoarfrost coats every deciduous branch, transforming our side yard into an enchanted silver forest. Under the cerulean sky, ice diamonds glint, randomly scattered across a royal mantle of snow. There’s no denying the glory of winter, even one as long and harsh as this…
I’m not normally a “baseball guy.” I have the bandwidth for basically one sports fandom and one team and that’s reserved for my beloved Edmonton Oilers. But, like millions of other Canadians, I got on the Blue Jays bandwagon this fall. It took until halfway through the Yankees series for me to get interested, then…
Anniversaries have a way of shifting our perspective. They invite us to slow down and remember the road behind us, noticing what has changed and what has stayed the same. With Christian Courier marking its 80th year, I’ve been reflecting on nostalgia and memory: how the past shapes who we are today, and how God’s…
“So, I leave for a moment to make my coffee and you hear an owl,” I laughingly said to Rachel. We were sitting in our backyard garden, enjoying what was left of the sunrise before it created the intense summer heat. It was the rare time of day when the birds are louder than the…
Blessed (greatly honoured) are the mourners. (Matt. 5:4) Some time ago, I told a friend that I often do the children’s message in my church. My friend said, “Oh, I hope that the stories you tell are always happy because children shouldn’t have to feel sad.” Last August I was very sad. I attended the…
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be part of a large family? Whether you’re already from a big family and curious to see how others manage or from a smaller one, Family at Large by Joanne Schreuders offers an engaging look into her unique world. Schreuders’ book is a lighthearted, funny…
I’ve slowly been stocking the fridge with homemade inks. A forestry friend tells me that the berries I picked off a hedge are privet berries – they make a stunning purple. Another friend brings me dogwood fruit from her boyfriend’s yard: we eat a few – they have almost a gritty texture – and then…
Winter has arrived. The trees in the little park that I visited frequently and enjoyed all summer long stand naked now, their bare arms stretched out as though they are mourning the colourful leaves that left them. These leaves, after their summer lustre and brilliance of fall, now lie as a soggy mass on the…
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