The Hitchhiker
By John Urban You know, some days, I get down. Probably from too much of nothing.The greater power then might just arrange for me to see how well off I … Continue reading The Hitchhiker
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Five Dollars
The place had an air of vibrancy and hope, and the crowds of people gathered there were smiling gleefully, and greeting each other joyfully, as if they hadn’t seen each other in a very long time.
Slideshow -guest blogger Chris Maclean
“Memory presents a slideshow of single frames, strewn randomly across the floorboards of my lifetime”
To Have And To Hold
What does one wear to a wedding that one won’t be attending?
In Memoriam
Silence speaks when words cannot.
The Power of Place in Embracing Circular Living
Everyone can embrace circular living. No one can do it perfectly, and no one can do it alone.
Staying Home
The pandemic provided me with a gift in staying home…
‘Fare thee well ‘
So thank you Wakefield and dear Chelsea old and new. You have been the best of neighbours and most wonderful friends.
On the Other Side of the World
Lest the word ‘capital’ evoke pictures of a city, I must report that Moresby had a downtown area of one block and boasted one traffic light.
Trilliums Among the Trash
I needed that, the sudden shock of something longed for, manifest.
Pritchard Road: Rural Route, Community Corridor or Garbage Dump?
With its undulating hills and valleys, open fields and forests, running streams and creeks, it has become an inspirational and spiritual place.
A fishy tale
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.
Wandering Wakefield 