The Space Between Us
By Gillian Kirkland
The space between is wide and deep
I can only guess at the secrets you keep…
Recent Posts
Life’s Greatest Refreshment
St. Valentine is dictating the theme for today. A daunting undertaking, so much to say, but unsure where to start. Over the past month so many ideas percolated. I taught … Continue reading Life’s Greatest Refreshment
Where the Wild Things Are
This communion with the creatures that inhabit the land, waters, and skies where I live, fills me with awe and joy and I stood transfixed enjoying my good fortune.
Buffalo
By John Urban
Buffalo was the name he gave, preferring to keep his real name to himself. He was a deserter from the US’s war on Vietnam, and he had made his way to Montreal.
Strip the Willow
The music gets faster and more urgent and we all become so dizzy we can scarcely stand up
A Good Yarn
Received wisdom has it that you should never knit your boyfriend a sweater.
Intimations of Mortality
This delightful piece is presented with gratitude to guest blogger Teresa Bandrowska. As another Solstice passes, another new year begins, and I roll into yet another turn around the sun, … Continue reading Intimations of Mortality
Reflections
People enjoy reading blogs for many reasons, mostly because people are interested in people. And when those people are your acquaintances, neighbours or even friends you have yet to meet, all the better.
The Peanut Brittle Christmas Tree
Part one By Jay Thomson and Part two – Dylan’s Story by Christine Ferris Although her friends kept asking her what she most liked about Christmas, six-year-old Emma had so … Continue reading The Peanut Brittle Christmas Tree
CHRISTMAS REMEMBERED
Christmas on the prairies in the 1930s. We had so little. We had so much.
New Orleans and the Réveillon Dinner
Two o’clock in the morning may be an odd time to start a feast consisting of chicken and oyster gumbo, game pies, soups, souffles, lavish desserts, brandy and coffee, but this is how it is done.
Aliens, Stars, and Fences – (A Christmas Tradition)
Arriving at the top, we could see a view of the whole city of Edinburgh below us, and we would stop walking and lie on the grass and look up at the stars.
Wandering Wakefield 