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Tag Archives: Vancouver
Summer in the City
“ Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.” – Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets It feels like Mexico during this mini heatwave that has descended upon the city, after chasing the sun … Continue reading
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Tagged beach, cedar carvings, culture, energy, exploring, festivals, heatwave, horses, indigenous art, mexico, Museum of Anthropology, shade, Summer, Vancouver, Vancouver Mounted Police
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Morning Thunder
“ It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.” – Frederick Douglass A rumble reverberating through the air woke me from a … Continue reading
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
Leave It To The Wind
“ If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.” – Khalil Gibran Winter is holding fast these days, clinging tight with icy fingers to its overdue reign – … Continue reading
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Tagged architecture, city, company, compass, friendship, heart, hope, mexico, Spring, tea, travel, Trees Organic Cafe, Vancouver, wind, writing. walking, Yaletown
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Real Time
“ Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.” – Kurt Vonnegut Warmer air amid the lingering light herald this early rush of spring, showing up in lush masses of white snowdrops, the royal … Continue reading
Boundless
“ Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand, yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree, from which a small wood-owl calls.” – Johannes Bobrowski I want my words to conjure spring instead … Continue reading
Threshold
“ What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.” – Hagrid, from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Mid-winter is revealing more of its beauty these days, the clear blue sky often awash in layered brushstrokes … Continue reading
