For a time I rest in the grace of the world
I’m teaching her to stop often, to look and to listen, and most importantly to smell the forest air around us.
…here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums..
Installment two Bernadette made certain that her sister was occupied. She quickly took the certificate out of the scrapbook in the nursery and tucked it under her arm. She took … Continue reading Over the Seawall
I’m not sure what happened next, but suddenly I was running, pounding the Glasgow pavements methodically, as my rainboots jarred to the ground.
Cynefin wedi’u — an expression of one’s situation, one’s personal history that influences one’s thoughts and decisions in ways that are not easy to understand
Hugging the Bay of Fundy, the Annapolis Valley is a special sort of place.
With signs of spring emerging everywhere, we wish all our readers joy and peace this Eastertide.
Spring hides asleep beneath the white. Joy suppressed, will reignite. Optimism will take flight For now, we wait, and holding tight, We hide beneath down through the night My buried … Continue reading Crating Hope
The peace lasted a few sacred minutes and then mama began to flail. She let out a blood curdling scream that was more suited to Halloween than April Fools’ Day and then cried out. “It’s coming!”
Whether wandering with our feet or in our minds, freedom happens where we make it.
K’tzim-a-deen is the “Valley at the Head of the Inlet” (Coast Tsimshian)