Category Archives: meditation

Wednesdays

Posted on July 14, 2021 by Rosalind C Hughes

Anniversaries are strange; the passage of time feels almost arbitrary. Ten years pass in a heartbeat, while an hour drags on for days. The anniversary of joy is marred by bad temper, while grief sneaks up on the calendar secretly, … Continue reading →

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Maundy Thursday: washing Judas’ feet

Posted on April 1, 2021 by Rosalind C Hughes

The devil had already sown the seeds of betrayal in Judas’ heart, and Jesus knew it full well. He let Judas know that he knew it. And he washed Judas’ feet. Continue reading →

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Washed in the word

Posted on March 30, 2021 by Rosalind C Hughes

Beside a lake melted into being by glaciers I bathe my feet in your word made water – the fluidity of creation – dry them in the sand, scourings of the land eroded, as all flesh, remade asa million grains … Continue reading →

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How I discovered that I have no sense of smell

Posted on March 29, 2021 by Rosalind C Hughes

if my devotions appear lacking or incomplete,
charge it I pray to my imperfect property,
and not to my intent. Continue reading →

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Less than forty years

Posted on March 1, 2021 by Rosalind C Hughes

We have been in this wilderness for a year now. It will not take us 40 years to reach its far side, but it will remain a part of our faith story, shaping our lament and our hope for years to come. It has physically altered our prayers and our liturgy. It has called us, like Noah, like Abraham, like Moses, into new ways of being and new understandings of God’s presence with us. Continue reading →

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Halfway

Posted on December 30, 2020 by Rosalind C Hughes

On the sixth day, halfway through Christmas, with the wholesomeness of God’s love lying in a manger and the heartlessness of Herod running riot in the streets; with God’s Incarnate One being prepared for his first wound, and his mother slowly healing, but her catching her heart in her mouth each time he sighs; on the sixth day, Joseph half-turns back, forgetting to pack up the bread he had picked up before the baby cried, his heart halfway to heaven and his spirit halfway to madness with the wonder of it all. Continue reading →

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God gets maternal anxiety

Posted on September 22, 2020 by Rosalind C Hughes

My friend and my mentor each touched upon that near-fatal intersection of parenting and perfectionism that will plague me with anxiety until the kingdom come. Does God, that perfect Parent, suffer anxiety? Continue reading →

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Naming the idols

Posted on March 2, 2020 by Rosalind C Hughes

Some are easy to spot, sporting colourful plumage;

they make fast promises they cannot keep. Continue reading →

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prayer incarnate

Posted on September 12, 2019 by Rosalind C Hughes

How did you pray, body and breath, those wilderness days beneath stars that made promises, sand through your hands counting moments since creation, each grain an erosion of the whole; how did you pray, body and spirit sticky with honey … Continue reading →

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Unquiet centre

Posted on January 15, 2019 by Rosalind C Hughes

not the absence of sound but
footprints on the ceiling and
the waltz of a three-legged cat Continue reading →

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