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Tag Archives: sacred
Territory
“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
High Summer
“ We are invited to slow down and join in a Goethian noticing…of a particular bird with its particular gesture.” – Talbot Kelly & family (www.talbotkelly.com) I found myself sitting on a still-green hill after another delicious fish and chips … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, photography, travel
Tagged bird month, Common Raven, commune, forest, forest fires, heatwave, high summer, ice tea, outside, photography, sacred, sky people, trail walking, Vancouver, www.vanbirdfest.com
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Winter Beckons
“ Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.” – Elizabeth Bowen There is a mildness to the day that reminds me of spring, the air feels warmer and my gloves have been left … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, travel
Tagged beauty, city, decluttering, fresh start, minimalism, mystery, nature, sacred, seasons, sky, Vancouver, wildlife, wine, winter, writing
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Sacred Pause
Like a half-remembered dream I find myself drawn to the places where I dwelt as a child. To the sun-lit paths of the cedar-scented forest gathering heart-shaped stones and fallen pine cones along the way To the wind-swept wild beaches … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged beaches, childhood, collecting, forest, heart-shaped stones, life, love, pine cones, sacred, sea glass, seashells, stanley park
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