Carol Wiebe

I dreamed about having one wing again last night, she said. Her voice sounded tired, even though she had just stumbled out of bed. What is that about? How can I take off with only one wing? Maybe it’s like the sound of one hand clapping, he offered. One hand clapping wouldn’t make any sound at all, would it? She felt too tired to think. That depends on what you clap against. He grinned. But I think it’s more about the potential of clapping. This caught her attention. So, if I

. Some people spend all their time trying to jump through the hoops that others hold in front of them. That doesn’t interest me. The only hoops I care to jump through are the ones I set in place myself: to reach my goals, my dreams, my highest potential. Hoop Game I can’t think of anyone who has said this better than Mary Oliver: The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole h

Sometimes Love Hurts ~ by Carol Wiebe Sometimes, love hurts. We might even question if exposing ourselves to love is worth the potential pain. But love is not just a surface emotion: it embodies a wide spectrum of feelings. So wide, that poets, writers, artists, saviours, politicians, advertisers and countless others have tried to define and describe it through the ages. Various holy writings declare that God is Love. I do not think it is possible to live on this earth and mi