Snowball
I know most assuredly now, that dragons exist. But perhaps they are not the only mythical animals to grace the village of Wakefield.
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Haggis
Happy Robbie Burns Day but don’t you believe for a moment the stories you hear about Haggis.
A voice calls out in the wilderness
A young barefoot child in a tattered pair of swim trunks stares under her hand, beyond the ocean and hazy distance, north towards Miami. Such stories she has heard, tales … Continue reading A voice calls out in the wilderness
Snowy Night
What better way to commemorate first snow than through the eyes of Mary..
From the River to the Creek
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
Beating the Storm
Storm Agnes is going to hit the island tomorrow, and when it comes, there probably won’t be any ferry crossings for a few days. If we want to get there, we need to go right now!
The River and the Bridge
My bridge connects me to others’ beliefs and understanding, to the world’s living and non-living inhabitants, to the past and to the future.
Wandering on the Edge
I tell you, it has taken me all my life to soften and blur, and finally banish the edges you regret I don’t see,
Time and Tide
by Paula Halpin What I remember most about being a child in the seaside village of Skerries near Dublinis racing across white sand so hot it stung my feet and … Continue reading Time and Tide
Happier Campers
Let not one foul VRBO erase a lifetime of ecstatic explorations !
Family Reunion Weekend
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
Community
Community is everywhere, and just needs to be built – sometimes by the willingness and togetherness of wet cement, and sometimes with the heaviness and impossible unwieldiness of blocks of grey granite. This is the story of how, long ago on a remote Scottish island, I first experienced its life changing power.
Wandering Wakefield 