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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

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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

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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

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Winter’s Light

“ The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.” – James Gates Percival Fortified with a late cup of fragrant … Continue reading

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Illusion

I knew the scar was coming and after three opinions, the surgeon was chosen with care, this one less cavalier, instilling a quiet hope that I might still recognize the face in the mirror. As the shiny scalpel cut away … Continue reading

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Time and Place

“┬áMaybe 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

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Writing In The Space Between Now And Then

“┬áBy writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.” – Walt Whitman Thunder is rumbling just above me in the now darkened sky as I sit in the jewel-like parklet not far from where I live. The … Continue reading

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