Catherine tries the future on for size - clinic steadied, rosemary soup simmering - then David’s unexpected ask nudges her onto a rehearsal stage; two minutes on welcome redraw the night’s map, and three winters out stops feeling like prophecy, starts sounding like practice.| Vox Meditantis
November 1954: A British merchant waits anxiously at Oran docks as Algeria erupts into violence. With his steamer delayed and customs inspections tightening, he must decide whether to protect his cargo or his life. Three days. One crossing. No guarantees.| Vox Meditantis
Catherine quietly inaugurates Harbouring Day - a modest ritual of welcome and waiting - while tuning calendars, thresholds, and harbour weather; threads from Sunday settle into Monday’s humane logistics, as New Corinth practises kindness at scale and conversation with David lingers in the lee.| Vox Meditantis
A deputy head spends her Sunday alone in an empty school, obsessively troubleshooting the computer network and cataloguing institutional failures. Paper cuts bleed, computer systems crash, and security fears haunt empty corridors. Progress demands sacrifice, but who counts the cost?| Vox Meditantis
New Corinth’s Catherine closes Sunday with tide tables, library holds, Historical Society plans, and one steady recipe; a harbour walk keeps talk careful, collegial favours hold, and a four-line poem softens the day as Monday approaches with a simple invitation.| Vox Meditantis
A sixty-three-year-old recluse finds himself running communications in a Syrian aid camp. Amongst refugees, solar panels, and makeshift networks, he confronts what he once fled: human connection. The chains he thought would trap him might be what keeps him whole.| Vox Meditantis
An envelope arrives. Catherine must choose: museum pilot starts Thursday, clinic hours shift, Québec pauses. Rajesh swaps; Maggie presses; David texts. Presence becomes a calendar. Quiet courage, s…| Vox Meditantis
In taking a walk through the landscape of my short life, I followed the road of my mistakes and errors. I was stunned at my race to supposedly future happiness, To the violence that left me with sorrow and terror. I made a blunder in believing the lie that inspires Women to stand at the... Continue Reading →| Help from Heaven
There is something about seeing the lives of young children chronicled on social media platforms that disturbs me. It may be a generational issue, but I wonder if we are not creating a cohort of people who don’t live life; they perform it for likes and comments. Will they be able to find their value... Continue Reading →| Help from Heaven
Where do we find the strength to arrest the plague and cruelty of injustice? Can we not create ideas of unity through kindness and unfailing love? Remember the words of our faith to treat the stranger like a brother. We can’t escape the fact that we’re all made in the image of the One above.... Continue Reading →| Help from Heaven
We each leave a heritage, whether it is positive or negative, That will impact the thinking and lives of those we will never meet. It may be a favorite family recipe or wild stories that connect generations, Or will it be the remembrance of accomplishing an impossible feat? We should live each day thinking of... Continue Reading →| Help from Heaven
My favorite websites are the blogs I follow on WordPress. I haven’t actually gone on Tumblr to look at the blogs, although I do post my blogs there. Nearly all of the blogs I follow are by poets or fantastic storytellers. I also love the ones that allow me to travel vicariously with them. I... Continue Reading →| Help from Heaven
Shuttling between hope and dread, I find myself constantly on edge. As a member of the snap, crackle, and pop age group, I have fears. But courtesy of my faith and beliefs, I rise to meet each day head-on, Determined to overcome the appearance of old age with much cheer. I walk with confidence that... Continue Reading →| Help from Heaven
As a child, I came to love reading books because I could visualize the action in my head. Then, I would dream about a world very different from the harshness of my childhood. I dreamed of having two parents and being loved, having lots to eat, and laughter. Although it wasn’t my reality, I could... Continue Reading →| Help from Heaven
Gibbs Gardens, Ball Ground, Georgia Don’t fear taking detours in life, for they tend to lead us to the places we were always meant to go. Rev. Dr. Regina Davis-Sowers Written for the One-Line…| Help from Heaven
Harbour psychiatrist Catherine plates lemon‑fennel shrimp risotto, stirs safety into supper, then walks to Bartók with a man who volunteers the washing‑up - attention as love, stock as testimony, New Corinth fog lifting like a benediction over second chances.| Vox Meditantis
A weary shopkeeper and mother in 1850 reflects on duty, lost learning, and the heavy keys at her waist. Between trade, faith, and her son’s schooling, she weighs what knowledge truly opens - and what remains forever locked.| Vox Meditantis
Catherine explores what counts as history - not just televised disasters but inherited silence, shipyard closures, and yesterday's watercolour risk. At the Historical Society, she asks: whose memory gets archived? Personal and collective trauma blur in consulting rooms and harbour light.| Vox Meditantis
At a moonlit crossroads in October 1892, a Victorian merchant reflects upon the circular nature of trade, the weight of historical memory, and the moral dimensions of his itinerant travelling life. Every journey he takes shapes both fortune and character.| Vox Meditantis
Catherine registers for watercolour class, accepts a concert invitation, and sits for the Historical Society as subject rather than interviewer. A rainy Tuesday prompts her to name the risk she's avoided: ordinary intimacy without the clinical frame to hide behind.| Vox Meditantis
In a misty October orchard, a headmistress contemplates the stars and the dawning age of machinery. Between duty and desire, she reveals her deepest ambition: to create a technical college for young women, despite the risk of failure and ridicule.| Vox Meditantis
A psychiatrist examines what pride means when you’ve spent decades learning to dissolve the self. Not credentials or reputation, but something quieter: thirty years of steady showing up, inhe…| Vox Meditantis
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Daily writing promptWhat could you try for the first time?View all responses My husband and I have never taken a cruise, although many of friends swear by them. It is the thought of so much water a…| Help from Heaven
Reflecting on what makes a good neighbour, Catherine considers the quiet disciplines of attention, the circulation of small kindnesses, and the courage required to show up consistently across years…| Vox Meditantis
Eighteen years after her mother’s death, psychiatrist Catherine Bennett finally confronts the guest room shrine she’s carefully avoided sorting – a poignant repository of Elizabet…| Vox Meditantis
A teenager sacrifices everything for belonging, standing seventeen floors above a dying world, bound by blood to her new family.| Vox Meditantis
A merchant woman reflects on displacement, progress, and the fires of industry whilst navigating the gilded halls of Carlton House.| Vox Meditantis
An imprisoned artist meditates on beauty and consciousness, exploring what existence without calculation means while shadows lengthen across his solitary cell.| Vox Meditantis
Aboard a Mediterranean-bound steamer, a woman of learning fixates on revolution, power, and the skill she most desires: commanding attention.| Vox Meditantis
British officer confronts machinery and sacrifice in Mesopotamia, questioning moral duties neglected whilst overseeing war’s terrible efficiency on blood-stained ground.| Vox Meditantis
A Scottish woman’s diary chronicles her spiritual exile after the Free Church Disruption, crossing borders in search of faithful worship.| Vox Meditantis
The Echota State Historic Site, Calhoun, Georgia I know the question probably pertains to the number of bedrooms, bathrooms, and other decorative aspects of a house. But all of that doesn’t r…| Help from Heaven
Serralves Park, Portugal, June 2024 Jenna found a space below the neighbors’ window to eat her burger while eavesdropping on them. They are determined to make her move because she is a foreigner. W…| Help from Heaven
Get ready for a long-winded read. There’s a tad bit of irony in this because I got the idea for this post from a discussion on social media. This morning an author shared a post from another author to a group for black female writers. The initial post was an author calling out a YouTuber […]| Life in a Few Words
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Image Credit by Karsten Winegeart @ Unsplash Let go of your inhibitions, And start climbing mountains to find joy. The lives we live are not fiction, And we only have a few years to enjoy. Let go o…| Help from Heaven
