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. 

May 14, 2021

Story 41: Compost

“We are all compost for worlds we cannot yet imagine.” (David Whyte)

Composting has always been a bit of a surprise, an experiment: I never quite know what will slowly, and sometimes suddenly grow out of the bins’ corners.

And I am a composition of all the good wishes and warnings, insightful and thoughtless, helpful and spiteful comments,  all the conversations I have ever had, and not just the ones I remember and took to heart, but all the ones I have forgotten, dismissed, ignored, rejected, ridiculed. 

(See Links 32 & Read Text here)

Coming Soon: Free wine and other plastic things

What is it about free wine, food, free anything,  that sends so many of us into a tizzy? 

Interestingly, we sometimes question the virtue of free items because we judge them to have no, or low, quality. In our minds we unfairly de-value the thing, decide that there must be something wrong, if it’s free.

November 21, 2020

Story 16: The things we keep

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

Yoga Nidra 12: Meadow (long)

This long Yoga Nidra takes you through a meadow of goldenrod, thistles and milkweed to an old apple tree.

Coming Next Weekend: 1979

1979 is the year my family emigrated from our small town in Switzerland. The story is about that time, Canadian lunch boxes, and crossing disorienting gaps.