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Tag Archives: change
Portal
“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.” – William Blake A good friend and I often email each other but make a habit to call periodically to hear a different voice … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, photography
Tagged adapt, beauty, change, Covid-19, doors, enchantment, fatigue, harmony, infinite, isolation diarist, new world, portal, solo walker, storm, worry
56 Comments
Shard
A piece of the world fell today in the form of an ink-black crow, falling swiftly upon a city grate its voice silenced forever. Other pieces fall in the form of fire supplanting summer’s eternal beauty, fall in the form of … Continue reading
Fierce Grace
“Dwell On The Beauty Of Life” – Marcus Aurelius Living here in our changing city requires a fierce grace, once quiet areas are frequently overwhelmed with the noise of destruction and within moments it seems, the sound of construction. There … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, photography, travel
Tagged acceptance, beauty, butterfly-effect, change, culture, destruction, diversity, grace, growth, Lonsdale Quay, serenity, stanley park, tourism, Vancouver, world city
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Winter’s Shadow
“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
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, photography, travel
Tagged alchemy, Bright Nights, change, christmas, expectancy, family, festivals, joy, King tides, loss, magic, rituals, stanley park, stormwatching, Vancouver, winter
38 Comments
Dive Deep
“ The artist vocation is to send light into the human heart.” – George Sand On a rare downtown visit as the summer season waned, I found myself sitting on the Vancouver Art Gallery Cafe’s terrace after a tasty lunch … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, photography, travel
Tagged Appearances, art, Autumn, beauty, cabin fever, change, city life, culture, family, friends, love, magic, stanley park, transformation, Vancouver, writing
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Rising, Falling
“ So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.” – E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly It’s the last day of winter and it feels like I might never write again … Continue reading
The Winds of Change
“ For when all else is done, only words remain. Words endure.” – Kate Mosse, The Winter Ghosts A recent article in one of the only free newspapers left in the city caught my eye, describing a worrisome new normal … Continue reading
Unsettled Landscapes
“ We live in a world that is beyond our control, and life is in a constant flux of change. So we have a decision to make: keep trying to control a storm that is not going to go away … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, travel
Tagged Autumn, books, change, children, city of glass, greed, homelessness, hot chocolate, humanity, poverty, rain, Shangri-La, Vancouver, walking, writing
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Cultivating the Opposite
The dream of living by the sea near a wild forest and ancient mountain range, rose unbidden, colouring the day to day of my long ago high school world. Time has passed unbound, leaving its inevitable brushstrokes and bruised shadows behind, … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged change, childhood, cultivating the opposite, dream, elements, forest, grace, innocence, mountains, paradise, poetry, resistance, sea, time, yoga practice
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Time and Place
“ Maybe you had to leave in order to miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.” – Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care The white gold glow of the setting sun is … Continue reading