Silence speaks when words cannot.
This communion with the creatures that inhabit the land, waters, and skies where I live, fills me with awe and joy and I stood transfixed enjoying my good fortune.
Life is moments. Life is magical. Life is the mundane. Life can be hard, unjust, and cruel. Life can be beauty and light. Life in all its complexities has seasons … Continue reading Chapters
Stories came not just from my father’s imagination or the books we read, stories also came every week in a letter from my grandmother to my mother, and by extension, to all of us.
I think the world was holding its breath last week as in this critical time in human history, the United States of America, a country whose states have been far … Continue reading Lest We Forget
Most days we were alone, amidst rocks as old as time and trees as magnificent as their predecessors.
The sky is almost always mesmerizing, never static.
We flew into Afghan territory at dawn, witnessing a spectacular sunrise over the barren, convoluted terrain. At 8 am we were over Kabul.
Teleworking since March 13th, I have been taking walks at a distance with neighbours, going to local farm stores and grocery stores, the pharmacy and natural food store and trying … Continue reading Pandemic Perspective from up the River
“At first you want to arrive but then you realize that it is the travelling that you want, and you are always surprised that it is over too soon.” Annick Hardie
Dad was a great raconteur and story-teller and to honour his memory, it seems appropriate that I share this story which honours his legacy.
A late October walk in the rain and the leaves, but for a few hangers on, make for a glistening, vibrant carpet on the paths through the fields and woods … Continue reading A Walk in the Rain…and why no fences make good neighbours