About anotetohuguette
I'm currently blogging from the beautiful West Coast city of Vancouver, British Columbia - a vibrant city by the sea, surrounded by mountains and a very unique urban forest.
“Music comes from an icicle as it melts, to live again as spring water.” – Henry Williamson If the pale pink blossoms of the tulip trees and the dark purple crocuses weren’t already announcing the arrival of spring, then the … Continue reading →
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Tagged art, books, fragrance, ink, joy, love, Monet to Matisse, music, musings, nature, outside, rugby, Spring, wandering, writing
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No matter where I am, whether on a cold winter walk home, or a sultry stroll in a warmer country than mine, the scent of wood smoke rising up from condo chimneys or from tiny eating places tucked into jungle, stir … Continue reading →
Posted in poetry
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Tagged borders, grandfather, heart, life, memories, ocean, other, primal, stars, time, travel, tropics, Universe, winter, wood smoke
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“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light and winter in the shade.” – Charles Dickens Two snow days have resulted in long walks … Continue reading →
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Tagged between, blue sunrise, creativity, forest, Harry Potter, joy, love, magic, mindfulness, moments, Narnia, snow, Spring, wander, winter
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wer.i.fest.eria (V) To wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery. On a long forgotten winding bus route from downtown out to the bay to catch the ferry to Vancouver Island, we were greeted by vistas of darkest green … Continue reading →
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Tagged beauty, blues, cold, forest, heart of the wild, home, love, mountains, music, mystery, ocean, Tigh-Na-Mara, Vancouver Island, wander, werifesteria, winter
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“ The mind is not a vessel that needs filling but wood that needs igniting.” – Plutarch – On Listening Snow hasn’t quite fallen yet but the scents of winter make an appearance in both my mother’s kitchen and mine … Continue reading →
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Tagged art, chickadees, deep winter, enchantment, fashion, flowers, Guo Pei, magic, nature, raven, scent, spell, spices, Vancouver Art Gallery, wonder
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It’s hard when truth lies beaten and bloody upon the ground, gasping its last breath and words that meant everything, are falling from tainted lips. We are lost, drowning in kaleidoscope worlds of our own making, wanting to breathe in … Continue reading →
Posted in poetry
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Tagged breath, courage, false news, hope, loss, love, nature, presence, prophecy, rise, tainted, tension, time, truth, winter
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“ Time is a game played beautifully by children.” – Heraclitus, Fragments As the last days of the old year fall away, I’m still feeling the festive spirit, especially when I come across an unexpected twinkle-lit window, move among the … Continue reading →
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Tagged books, grief, hours, January, journey, love, magic, revelations, revels, scent, tea, time, winter, worlds, Yuletide
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