Category Archives: memoir

Territory

Posted on May 26, 2019 by

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors.” -Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky On a downtown walk with the … Continue reading →

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We Can Do Better

Posted on April 15, 2019 by

“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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We Are Moments

Posted on March 18, 2019 by

“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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Heart of the Wild

Posted on February 28, 2019 by

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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Deep Winter

Posted on February 14, 2019 by

“ 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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Worlds Between the Hours

Posted on January 11, 2019 by

“ 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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Winter’s Shadow

Posted on December 7, 2018 by

“Expectancy is the atmosphere for miracles.” – Edwin Louis Cole Most of the leaves have fallen like stars now, their caramel and maple scents replaced with an alchemy of wood smoke and Arctic air. In the last day or so, … Continue reading →

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