Red Cedar
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Post #3272: To know this forest
My parents still live on the property I grew up on, a five acre parcel in Saanich, with two houses and many outbuildings on it. They bought it in 1971, from a man who had just purchased close to sixty acres of land that… Continue Reading “Post #3272: To know this forest”
Post 3271: Tolerations
One thing my friend Jill Margo, talks about in her workshops for creatives is tolerations. That is, the small (or large) things we tolerate in our lives rather than fixing them. She asks us to examine the things we are tolerating and ask, is… Continue Reading “Post 3271: Tolerations”
Post #3270: Shifting time
This morning I woke up thinking about when I was nineteen and how life felt at that age. Like most young lives, things were complicated for me then. Life felt precarious in the way of odd shifts in diners and hotels, the occasional trip… Continue Reading “Post #3270: Shifting time”
Post #3269: Write what is true
This morning, rather than getting down to writing first thing, I picked up Anne Lamott’s book Almost Everything: Notes on Hope which has been sitting in my library pile for a couple of weeks. I can order almost anything into my local library from… Continue Reading “Post #3269: Write what is true”
Post#3268: The importance of sharing air
We had a house concert at Birdsong last weekend, our first one inside the house since the start of the pandemic. It required checking vaccination passports and that everyone be masked in the concert space; both things made me uncomfortable for different reasons, but… Continue Reading “Post#3268: The importance of sharing air”
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