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Tag Archives: Vancouver
Storm Season
“ Find a part of yourself hidden in the twilight.” – Fennel Hudson, Traditional Angling -Fennel’s Journal – No. 6 With the change back to standard time barely upon us, I woke recently to a darkness in our room that … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, travel
Tagged Autumn, cafe, Harry Potter, home, hot chocolate, nature, November, questions, storms, tea, Thanksgiving, trees, twilight, Vancouver, writing
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Traveller with Limited Vision
She makes her way, unafraid a square white sign taped to her metal walker, trusting that those who head in her direction will honour safe passage. Amid the roar of the rough ocean a flock of geese fly overhead as she … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged Autumn, companion, compassion, courage, dusk, eyes wide open, freedom, humanity, inspiration, life, Lost Lagoon, nature, travel, Vancouver, wildlife
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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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Dancing in the Dark
“ So the darkness shall be the light and the stillness the dancing.” – T. S. Eliot Summer has returned for a few days, giving us a chance to go on one more picnic in the park, drink another iced chocolate and feel … Continue reading
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
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, travel
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
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, travel
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