Red Cedar
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Month: August 2018
Post #3129: A knock and a walk
Lives are so layered – when I think back over my forty-five years of life on the planet, I feel like a whole different person lived my teenage years, my twenties, and even some of my thirties. And that is okay, that is just… Continue Reading “Post #3129: A knock and a walk”
Post #3128: Taking myself seriously
The problem is, I don’t take myself seriously. Not as a writer, not as a maker, not even as a union president. It’s bizarre really – at the age of 45 to be so sure that no one wants to listen to me –… Continue Reading “Post #3128: Taking myself seriously”
Post #3127: Changing landscapes
I remember the first time I saw the impact of pine beetle in British Columbia. It must have been around 1999 or so and I was driving on the number three highway through the southern part of the province with my mom. In between… Continue Reading “Post #3127: Changing landscapes”
Post #3126: The maker’s time
I put a new warp on the loom last week, after three months of not weaving at all. It was a tough decision as it meant cutting off a warp of tencel that I had only made one of three intended scarves from. Peruse… Continue Reading “Post #3126: The maker’s time”
Post #3125: No time like now
For the first time in two weeks, Brian and I woke up in a house without guests – a sensation relieving but also tinted with disappointment. It’s hard to give up the crowd! Stranger still is that in the midst of visits and people… Continue Reading “Post #3125: No time like now”
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