Wandering: A Way of Life?
Last September I travelled to the Scottish Highlands. As my husband was set to join me in the UK following my walk on the West Highland Way, it was critical … Continue reading Wandering: A Way of Life?
In, around and beyond our village
Last September I travelled to the Scottish Highlands. As my husband was set to join me in the UK following my walk on the West Highland Way, it was critical … Continue reading Wandering: A Way of Life?
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
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
As I sat by the window, one ear still tuned to the conversation around me, the differences grew ever more apparent.
Nestled neatly in these painted Hills, Wakefield, is so much more than just a place. For many, it is a sanctuary; a quiet heartbeat where nature’s rythm aligns with our … Continue reading Home Sweet Home
As the Gatineau River runs, like three tributaries, my children flow steadily westward and fortunately for them, water surrounds them all from the Ottawa River to Lake Ontario to Dawson … Continue reading From the River to the Creek
Summer had arrived. First the Solstice and then la Fête nationale du Québec, St. Jean Baptiste. Friday, June 23, was the start of a long weekend. We were off to … Continue reading Family Reunion Weekend
Diverse landscape is best served up slowly and explored with one’s feet.
I have so enjoyed getting to know Tom Thomson and friends ..
K’tzim-a-deen is the “Valley at the Head of the Inlet” (Coast Tsimshian)
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.