In Memoriam

Lorna Kilgour Francis November 29, 1915 – September 1, 2008 Lorna Francis, aged 92, passed peacefully on Monday. She was the widow of the late Dr. A.G. Francis; mother of Monica Francis Branchini (dec), Gretta Francis Taylor and Ian Francis; grandmother of Daniele and Susanna Branchini and Caroline Taylor; sister of Nola Kilgour Achong; aunt of Larry, Maryse and Jed Achong, and Joanne Dowdy; mother-in-law … Continue reading In Memoriam

Quiet consummation have, and renowned be thy grave

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun; Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney sweepers come to dust. Fear no more the frown of the great, Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as … Continue reading Quiet consummation have, and renowned be thy grave

On desire

“Imagine it’s 30 years from now. You’re looking back at the history of your relationship with desire. There was a certain watershed moment when you clearly saw that some of your desires were mediocre, inferior, and wasteful, while others were pure, righteous, and invigorating. Beginning then, you made it a life goal to purge the former and cultivate the latter. Thereafter, you occasionally wandered down … Continue reading On desire

Let’s have…a round of applause

“The next time you don’t understand someone’s style, language, or way of being, I invite you to pause and be grateful for having eyes and ears to see and hear them. Then take a moment to celebrate their interests the way you would hope they celebrate yours. You don’t have to share their beliefs to be genuinely stoked for them. The world is a party … Continue reading Let’s have…a round of applause

The divine assails us

“By means of all created things, without exception, the divine assails us, penetrates us, and molds us. We imagined it as distant and inaccessible, whereas in fact we live steeped in its burning layers . . . This palpable world, which we are used to treating with the boredom and disrespect with which we habitually regard places with no sacred association, is a holy place.” … Continue reading The divine assails us