Castles in the Sky

Let me tell you about one of my favourite people. He’s someone I’ve never even met. St. Thomas. Most people have heard of the apostle Thomas. You know, the one called Doubting Thomas. But, many don’t know what he did for the poor. Legend has it he drew the short straw among the apostles and… Continue reading Castles in the Sky

Beauty in an Alley

You know it’s going to be a great day when you find beauty in an alley. There were fiery scarlet trumpet-shaped flowers blooming along a fence as I cut through the back alley to the homeless shelter. I noticed it earlier when I briefly parked near the back doors to drop off five, perhaps six, large garbage bags full… Continue reading Beauty in an Alley

My Gateway Crime!

I chose six cell packs, each composed of four fuchsia celosias. The perky young girl working at the garden centre suggested I pick up four more cell packs as multiples of ten were cheaper. Well, I can’t resist a bargain so I told her I’d pay for ten now and then go back to select… Continue reading My Gateway Crime!

Window to the Soul

Well, with all the sadness of the racial killings and terrible racism in the news today, all I can say is I wish more people had my vision. My vision is far from perfect but it works just great for me.  I have no complaints. The other day in the homeless shelter, someone asked me… Continue reading Window to the Soul

Part 3-Humanity Behind Homelessness

My sister, Lisa and I parted with the homeless man, Wade and headed to the shelter. We passed a middle-aged barefoot woman with a blank stare on her face. Oh, the stories we’d hear if only we’d listen. A police car dropped off a young, scantily dressed agitated woman. We entered the building to find… Continue reading Part 3-Humanity Behind Homelessness

Small Town Blues

Great day at the shelter! Not too busy; lots of time to catch up after two week’s vacation. Cabbage soup and vegetable soup for lunch plus salmon sandwiches. And a bean salad mix with hot peppers and cucumbers added to it. Worked alongside a young offender. Chuckled with him when he told me he probably wouldn’t have been… Continue reading Small Town Blues

Part 2-“Just tell him you’re with Wade!”

I zipped up a light sweater instead of changing my top which showed a glimpse of cleavage. Then, Lisa and I headed from our hotel to the homeless shelter. I told her I tucked a twenty dollar bill in my pocket for a donation.  I figured we wouldn’t be able to volunteer at this late… Continue reading Part 2-“Just tell him you’re with Wade!”