In, around and beyond our village
I woke up feeling off. Not sick, not sad—just heavy. The kind of heaviness that arrives unannounced, like claggy mud clinging to well-walked boots. The world’s unrest had settled squarely … Continue reading The Road to Farrellton
by Paula Halpin There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind. —Virginia Woolf The first conversation I had with my … Continue reading Why I am a Feminist
Swedish roots run deep on my mother’s side and were always a quiet backdrop to my upbringing. A Hallongrotta here, a Pepparkaka there, a “ja ja” or a lonely nej … Continue reading Roots
Not far in front of us, appeared two young men, one straddling his bike and the other bent forward at the waist – torso parallel to the ground.
by Paula Halpin “Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people – people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers … Continue reading The Library Cop
My bridge connects me to others’ beliefs and understanding, to the world’s living and non-living inhabitants, to the past and to the future.
How shall we live? As if we believe in the future. As if everyone one of us is a seed, which as you know is a sacred thing. Janisse Ray
Getting lost and embracing a Wabi Sabi wordlview Have you ever found yourself lost in another realm daydreaming? I don’t know about you, but I often find myself getting lost … Continue reading Wabi Sabi
Isn’t it grand that one can still learn valuable lessons at any age? A recent vignette during a family visit woke me up and made an indelible stamp on my … Continue reading Stormy lessons
Wandering Wakefield 