By about halfway through the fourth day, I was definitely beginning to fray at the edges. My thoughts began to hover unhappily on the reality of the miles and days we had yet to go. We were after all, not even halfway in.
By Chris Corcoran “I hear you’re musicians.” I peered around Peter to join the conversation. It was a Saturday night in March and we were listening to a drum circle … Continue reading Shakti Sunday (revised)
By Billy Collins
by Michelle April
“Mémé keeps repeating I love you and then there is silence. The purity of that love, is unparalleled. There is no baggage with this love. I say goodbye and hang up.”
Some of us in Wakefield are trying to save a local forest, a forest that’s a ten-minute walk from Wakefield’s Earle House intersection.
The royal family have managed, as they often do, to claim international headlines in recent times, but as I try to absorb the exhausting latest covid updates and marvel at … Continue reading Tea with the Queen
This week’s blog is written on the heels of Gillie’s post last week describing in gorgeous photos and prose her admiration of water, it’s sustaining and magical properties. We are … Continue reading Sweet Swimming
Come with me, on my favourite walk at this time of year, down Mill Road alongside the La Pêche river
By John Urban
I asked her to keep her eyes focused on the flame as I started passing the lit candle slowly in front of her from side to side…
I eagerly gathered my freshly charged battery operated chainsaw, a pair of sharp cutters, my work gloves and crucially, a pair of safety glasses. I was ready for action!
Unless you have spent time with sheep, you are likely to see them as virtually identical. Not at all. I’d have you know that sheep are all individuals with their own characters and peculiarities.
By John Urban
The only poem I ever wrote that worked-it brought the lady back!