Author Archives: donalddeanchambers

From the rumbling belly bottom of the Grenadian Kick’em Jenny volcano, Caribbean voices resound in melodious song, “Listen, Let us listen Listen to our Lord’s call Listen, Let us listen The synodal journey has begun.” Listening to the voice of the Spirit Bishops from north, south, east, and west Caribbean Traversed invisible bridges crossing theContinue reading “Listen – Build Bridges”

As the week gradually closed its door, no inspiration for my blog entered the engine room of my mind and heart. At least so I thought. Just before the final kiss of the door with the door frame, an insight slipped through -a WhatsApp conversation with a young Haitian religious brother, living in Ghana. IContinue reading “Children of my Priesthood”

On Tuesday, June 7, 2022, I arrived at the first milestone on the journey of blog writing. With what can I compare the entire experience of writing?  Words miserably fail me, so I resort to the magic of metaphors and similes. It’s like embarking on a long journey – a hike, a road trip. YouContinue reading “First Anniversary Blog!”

We need protective shields. Umbrellas protect us from the sun’s fierce rays. Buildings protect us from the natural elements. Trees protect us from the brutality of the sun’s rays. Clothing protects our tender skin. Human skin protects our bodies and organs. Sunglasses protect our delicate eyes. We need protective shields. Children need the protective shieldContinue reading “Protective Shields”

Listening is a metaphor for awareness. I listen to my feelings of anger and upset triggered by a text. I listen to my feelings of disappointment and exclusion triggered by a friend’s decision. In the relay of consciousness, my thoughts run the second leg with rapid, reeling, and running thoughts of vicious confrontation with violentContinue reading “The Inner Child”

In my mind two thoughts cohabited and gave birth to one insight – the behaviour of animals and insects imitates human personalities and relationships.  The Social Butterfly. Gently fluttering from flower to flower – individual to individual, drawn by the social, economic, emotional benefits. The Busy Bee. Constantly at work. Endlessly buzzing around. Fiercely focusedContinue reading “Beauty of Diversity”

Ageing is loss.  Ageing is grieving. Ageing is grieving a loss. Ageing is like a departure from the centre stage of the play of life. We are no longer the protagonist. No longer the energic bright star. No longer the heart of the story. No longer the handsome prince, nor the cute princess. No moreContinue reading “Ageing”

Growth in trust is snail-like movement. Like a snail we slowly build trusting relationships. As we crawl, we use our snail antennas to feel out individuals and groups. Who is this person or group? How do they think and behave? What’s his/her story? How about their gifts?  What are their values and beliefs? Will IContinue reading “Trust”

Authentic conversation is like an unending relay. The baton safely secures our thoughts and feelings. One person starts the race with his/her thoughts and feelings in hand. Other players wait and watch to receive his/her incoming thoughts and feelings. For the exchange, Timing and touching are essential. There is rhythm, routine, and reach. In theContinue reading “Authentic Conversation”

I watched in dismay, shock, and fear a television news report . . . school children with heavy knapsacks,  . . . farmers with donkey loaded produce, . . . teachers, dressed in professional attire, exchanging high heel shoes for sneakers, . . . the elderly crawling on all fours, . . . carefully descendingContinue reading “Bridges and Leadership”