Fennyland
My granny’s name is Fenny because she comes from Fennyland.
Author: Yolande Karin Fenny
Cycling Le Grand Sentier
Emails were exchanged, enthusiasm abounded, dates were set and changed, and in the end, we landed on a spectacular morning to set out on a ride of discovery.
The Heart Will Go On
Everybody’s got to be happy. Everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life, the peace that love can bring.
In Memoriam
Silence speaks when words cannot.
Where the Wild Things Are
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.
Chapters
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
Tradition and the Ties That Bind
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.
Lest We Forget
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
My Summer Affair
Most days we were alone, amidst rocks as old as time and trees as magnificent as their predecessors.
The Glory of Sky(e)
The sky is almost always mesmerizing, never static.
Afghanistan and the Road Well Traveled
We flew into Afghan territory at dawn, witnessing a spectacular sunrise over the barren, convoluted terrain. At 8 am we were over Kabul.
Pandemic Perspective from up the River
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
Wandering Wakefield 