July 16, 2021

Story 50 : Red-winged Blackbird

We navigated some rough waters, misjudged a jagged edge that left a scar on the bottom of our canoe, adding paint to the rainbow of others who had come before. And all the while we knew full well that we’d have to lead the canoe up these rapids again, at the end of day. 

Red-winged blackbird is about journeys and solace.

Summer Re-play: Entanglement

At our small cabin, the lake is moving and churning today, thunder threatens, the light bounces off the waves. I step into the water and pull myself under the surface and open my eyes, as beams of light reflect off tiny particles. And I become aware that I am this too, a tiny particle in an ever changing sea of light and life.

Entanglements is about the connections we share with the big and small, the living and dying. (See Links 1)

Coming Soon: InBetween

I thought about the message an old high school friend recently sent to me. He’d been trail running through the woods, and found himself  on a bed of feathers. In my imagination I saw hundreds of molting birds, shaking their soft wings. But no, he said,  these weren’t feathers, it was cotton weed, which doesn’t, in my mind, make the scene any less beautiful. 

May 28, 2021

Story 44: Bend in the road

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My husband hitched rides all over the world when he was young. I’ve only dared it a few times, including a ride, on a heavy rainy day, up the sunshine coast, and once when we hitchhiked to our honeymoon.

Bend in the road is a story about a canoe trip down the Rideau river, hitchhiking and regrets. (See Links 33)

Coming Soon : Forgetting Mrs Sprout

Two days after we moved in Mrs Sprout came through our always unlocked back door, strode up the 3 narrow steps into her old kitchen, searched the top of my new fridge for tickets  to a concert at the NAC. She asked if I’d taken them, and questioned what I’d done. 

November 14, 2020

Story 15: Fractals

This story travels along a wild coastline, where the scene changes constantly, yet seemingly repeats itself again and again. (See Links 13, 14)

Meditation 9: Tunnel

Journey deep into a tunnel and rest on the shores of a moon lit beach. (Also see Yoga Nidra: Tunnel, for a longer version)

Coming Next Weekend: The things we keep

A story about my great grandmother, her broken hip and a pale yellow water pitcher.