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Post #3274: 22 Goals for 2022 and my Word of the Year
In 2021 I made no new year goals, and I barely chose a word to guide my year (though I played with Renewal as an idea, I can’t say I really committed to it). Feeling disillusioned by my inability to plan around the pandemic… Continue Reading “Post #3274: 22 Goals for 2022 and my Word of the Year”
Post #3273: Heading into holidays
I haven’t done a catch-up post for awhile, and here we are at the end of the 2021 (almost!) Enough said that between viral mutation and climate change catastrophes it’s been a weird year, though we’ve done pretty well getting through it at Birdsong… Continue Reading “Post #3273: Heading into holidays”
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”
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