We have people visit the cafe, after receiving a sudden shock having lost someone or something.
Whether it be a life taken unexpectedly or someone facing a serious illness....a job lost or a relationship broken,....we often walk together in this stages.
Yet, we aren't always here, nor do people always wish to communicate.
“In peace, in prayer, in hope.” This line from the Rev. Wendy Jean MacLean’s poem (“There are no hills in Mystic”/« Il n’y a pas de collines à Mystic ») has me thinking that poetry is the best container for holding my memories of visiting Montreal and Ottawa (M&O) Conference this month.