Author Archives: shellcampagnola

This past month has been a month of transitions.  My oldest child started college, the next youngest is now in grade 12 and preparing for post-secondary applications, and my youngest has started high school (and has brought a smile to … Continue reading →

I read…a lot, though perhaps not as much as some.  Much of what I read weaves into my daily discourse, so often at “just the right time.”  My one brother would be horrified to know that when I read I … Continue reading →

I have just come out of roughly 48 hours of hibernation during which I reviewed my journals from April of last year up to the present.  This stretch covers the time leading up to and including a year of learning … Continue reading →

We can pray all we want for loving relationships, but if we look for that only in our successes and the ease of being with another, we have not experienced love but only an engineered affirmation of our own way of looking at and being in the world. Continue reading →

I was meandering around an antique shop the other day, looking for an old washstand and basin that I could clean up and have as a part of a footwashing space.  Instead I came home with a big old and … Continue reading →

I love music – almost all genres (not big on rap or indie, or most opera)…picture puzzles…meandering through antique shops and used book stores…building sand castles…horseback riding…drinking wine by the fire…reading…writing…going fast in a motorboat. I love restoring and giving … Continue reading →

Sometimes the simplest truths are the hardest to learn.  They do not land in us as a new skill acquired but by the reorienting of heart, mind, and soul…often it seems, with only great labour and at irrevocable cost.  To try … Continue reading →

I sat in church today and witnessed three sisters getting baptized…young daughters of a friend who died from cancer 16 months ago.  As I listened to each one share a bit of their journey and what had brought them to … Continue reading →

A few weeks back I sat on my prayer mat and God and I met together, and He listened to me as I poured through the list of things on my mind and heart.  Some fairly significant and even tragic … Continue reading →

I look at my notebook and see the list of all the things I have still to do this week, and posting a new blog entry isn’t on the list.  Which is partly why I’m doing this.  Writing for me is … Continue reading →