Red Cedar
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the mystery basket
one of the other things i picked up on the island was my mother’s old husquavarna sewing machine from the 70s. she bought a new sewing machine last year and since then my father has been promising to fix the old one so i… Continue Reading “the mystery basket”
work is simple
i arrived home yesterday much later than i intended owing to a quick stop back at the family home to clear up some weirdness that had arisen. i can be such a jerk sometimes. the trip was long as i had a two sailing… Continue Reading “work is simple”
believing, doing, being
this much i know at the moment – i am not the same person as i was a week ago – but that doesn’t mean i know exactly what has changed except things are going in different. i write now from my laptop, sitting… Continue Reading “believing, doing, being”
on the move
i’ve decided to leave the coast early today and spend a day in the city rather than allowing myself to wallow in solitary mourning any longer. i have spent the morning so far laying out the dozens of remembrances that have been posted at… Continue Reading “on the move”
grateful
on my way to finish the christmas errands needing to be done before i see family, i drove up a logging road just north of gibsons to get a good, long, uninterrupted look at the mountains towering over howe sound – capped in snow… Continue Reading “grateful”
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