Don’t Let Youth Be Wasted on the Old
I remember thinking at the time, after a particularly gratifying run of social engagements, that Wakefield might even be turning me into an extrovert.
In, around and beyond our village
I remember thinking at the time, after a particularly gratifying run of social engagements, that Wakefield might even be turning me into an extrovert.
In hindsight, I was attracted to the alternative “hippie” lifestyle that was going strong back then and I wanted to be a part of it, or at least take a snapshot of it
I’m teaching her to stop often, to look and to listen, and most importantly to smell the forest air around us.
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.
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“Memory presents a slideshow of single frames, strewn randomly across the floorboards of my lifetime”