
Put On Your Boots
If you are a person who does not remember your dreams, count yourself lucky. This is a particular curse that ensures not enough sleep because
If you are a person who does not remember your dreams, count yourself lucky. This is a particular curse that ensures not enough sleep because
I wish I were an artist with something other than words – something visual that people could see and touch and step into. I would
I got up at 5:45 this morning – quite standard when I am waiting for an early morning robo call to substitute teach. Lately, I’ve
As I am meditated this morning, I was given the vision of range upon range of mountains, beyond one, more appearing. And l realized that
The alarm went off yesterday just as I was in the midst of a delightful dream: Don and Charlotte and I were in a bakery
I am on my reclining chair by the fire, drinking my morning coffee, meditating, reading, and waiting for my possible morning substitute teaching call. Since
Well, it’s Christmas Day, 2024, more than a year after Emily has left the earth, yet as I sit by my living room fireplace, with
It’s bear season on Vancouver Island. The salmon have nearly finished their run for the year but hibernation has not yet begun. Black bear are
I have so much to say after only my first day back teaching. What a rich and vibrant life is to be found in days
For three days in a row I’ve been to the pool, which qualifies me as an expert. All my paperwork is in place
Ketchikan came and went, and we are on our final day at sea. We are presently riding alongside the tip of Vancouver Island, my new
On my deck, we skirt the Alaskan coastline, soon at Ketchikan, the whales and bears and Wi-Fi skilfully hiding themselves from my eagle eyes. They
The other day I heard Emily’s voice on a recording and it broke me. While I can now look at pictures of her without breaking
I’m drifting the same as the driftwood on my Salish Sea. This last weekend, we had a small send off for our Emily. Charlotte made
It’s 11:53 pm and I am sitting in the car on the deck of a BC Ferry, coming back from Vancouver to The Island.