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Territory

Posted on May 26, 2019 by

“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 →

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We Can Do Better

Posted on April 15, 2019 by

“Music comes from an icicle as it melts, to live again as spring water.” – Henry Williamson If the pale pink blossoms of the tulip trees and the dark purple crocuses weren’t already announcing the arrival of spring, then the … Continue reading →

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Dive Deep

Posted on November 14, 2018 by

“ 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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October Pause

Posted on September 30, 2018 by

“the fallen leaves in the forest seemed to make even the ground glow and burn with light” –  Malcolm Lowry, October Ferry to Gabriola There is a post waiting to be published but my world has gone sideways with the … Continue reading →

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Awaken

Posted on September 6, 2018 by

“ There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.” – Rudolfo Anaya The marine air that we were promised has come to blow the coastal smoke away, although there … Continue reading →

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Summon Down the Spring

Posted on May 3, 2018 by

“ Time and space are the tools of the observer.” – Emmanuel Kant Pale sunlight paints the sidewalk in charcoal shapes, revealing delicate calligraphy previously hidden by cool rain. Patience has fled as winter keeps looking back, finding ways to … Continue reading →

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Rising, Falling

Posted on April 5, 2018 by

“ 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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