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Tag Archives: family
Flight
“Travel brings power and love back into your life.” – Rumi After almost three years of not flying we find ourselves above a dry patch of land with snow capped Mt. Baker (Washington) rising above dark blue winding rivers. There … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, photography, travel
Tagged beauty, celebration, energy, family, festivals, flight, gardens, joy, Lake Ontario, love, music, Summer, Toronto, travel, wonder
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Deep Time
“ Thou art the journey and the journey’s end.” – Michael Mayne Dean 1986-96, noted in Westminster Abbey, London, England. Our time in London was spent in a beautiful family-owned modern flat in the Docklands area near North Greenwich – … Continue reading
London Calling (Nov/Dec)
“A pub can be a magical place” – Rhys Ifan (a lovely quote found on a signboard at the George Pub in London, UK) The scent of sweet maple and evergreen commingle on dry November days not seen in decades … Continue reading
The Hunt
“ No matter what you write, you actually can’t help retelling a fairy tale somewhere along the way.” – Catheryanne M. Valente There is still a scent of jasmine and mint in the air and I’ve just slipped into my … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, photography, travel
Tagged beauty, bucolic, cafes, fairy tale, family, forest, journey, July musings, love, nature, outside, searching, Summer, the hunt, writing
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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
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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
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Tagged Appearances, art, Autumn, beauty, cabin fever, change, city life, culture, family, friends, love, magic, stanley park, transformation, Vancouver, writing
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#exploreKelowna (Part 2)
“ There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.” – Charles Morgan Our hotel, the Best … Continue reading
Posted in blog, travel
Tagged #exploreBC, art, beauty, estate wines, family, forest fires, history, lake country, peace, road trip, tasting, terroir, travel writing, vineyard, wild
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#Route97 (Part 1)
“ Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson I’ve never heard the ocean singing until today (down by Second Beach), as the … Continue reading
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Tagged #exploreBC, #exploreKelowna, #Route97, adventure, bucket-list, Coquihalla highway, family, forest, memories, moose, mountains, mythological, road trip, romance, snow, Spring, wildlife
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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
Wintertide
“ It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. The crisp winter air is full of it.” – John Burroughs The sound of the city, the … Continue reading