The Tour Guide
Through shadowed streets beneath flickering trees
Pulled away from a restful night and packed in
Travelling past pock marked promenades and empty playgrounds
The disco spin closes in our enclosed tin
In, around and beyond our village
Through shadowed streets beneath flickering trees
Pulled away from a restful night and packed in
Travelling past pock marked promenades and empty playgrounds
The disco spin closes in our enclosed tin
Being in Gatineau Park sometimes draws me back to Phoenix Park, a more urban green space, next door to my childhood home.
Every day, new shapes of ice are formed, sometimes erased and formed again.
Without knowing anything about mountain climbing, Linda easily convinced me to join her to climb Mt. Kenya.
We reach the dock and untie our shoes. Feet in, shirts off, we sink into the water and drive forward hard…
On the heels of Canada’s 2021 National Forest Week of September 19-25 it may be good to ask trees what they need.
She was fearless when she swam. The ocean warm and calm, she stroked rhythmically out past the pale blue, past the aqua and then into the deep, dark, navy. There … Continue reading The Tourist
By John Urban You know, some days, I get down. Probably from too much of nothing.The greater power then might just arrange for me to see how well off I … Continue reading The Hitchhiker
“Memory presents a slideshow of single frames, strewn randomly across the floorboards of my lifetime”
Everyone can embrace circular living. No one can do it perfectly, and no one can do it alone.
The pandemic provided me with a gift in staying home…
So thank you Wakefield and dear Chelsea old and new. You have been the best of neighbours and most wonderful friends.