Wandering Wakefield

Slowly, I begin to bond with this little cat in the stable. I sing a Scottish song to her when I bring her food, and she pricks up her ears.

by Robert Service There are strange things done in the midnight sun      By the men who moil for gold;  The Arctic trails have their secret tales      … Continue reading The Cremation of Sam McGee

The story continues because the story never ends … as long as there are listeners…Dragons are strong. They are Fighters. They are Lovers. They believe in community because without community and people to believe in them … they would lose their reason to live … to exist. They exist because we believe.

I slipped and I stumbled, falling inelegantly, as I tripped over the snow, landing somewhere on my face or elbow, many times over.

Our very first home was in Hintonburg, Ottawa.  In early 1980, not married, just a young couple, madly in love and looking for a place to spend the rest of … Continue reading The Mulberry Tree

Every day, new shapes of ice are formed, sometimes erased and formed again.

To put it mildly, one could say that we have been through a lot the last 22 months. Collectively, we have survived a pandemic, navigated variances and adapted our living … Continue reading From all of us, to all of you..🎄

Without knowing anything about mountain climbing, Linda easily convinced me to join her to climb Mt. Kenya.

Forty years and going strong.  The vocal cords and melodic harmonies of the Castenchel choir.  Last night the choir celebrated what they hope will be the first concert in a … Continue reading WE HAVE HAD SINGING

I can’t deny the heart-longing for the Welsh hills, for the grey slate roofs of the cottages, even the damp seeping into the bones.