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Connie Sobchak goes hunting for cranes. And gets a story instead

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We were surrounded by hawks and I was reading a book called H is for Hawk. I marvelled at the wildness around me while the narrator recoiled at the wildness she discovered within.… Continue reading

What Will You Let Sink?

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I’ve been tidying up lately-getting rid of seldom used items and generally removing trash from as many places as I might find it. On daily walks, I carry a bag with me to… Continue reading

Familiar Sights: Connie Sobchak discovers what you can see when you let go of the need to see and just let your eyes go soft

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Some days it seems like there are no creatures stirring; yesterday was not one of those days. Still, it required some vigilance and patience to really see something. For example, most days we… Continue reading

Can you call your sorrows “a bounty of sadness” and feel richer for them, instead of burdened? Connie Sobchak explores the power of words and lark song

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While sitting in a ditch off Highway 99 just outside of Lillooet I got to musing on the qualities of the meadow lark song. I was in the ditch because we had an… Continue reading

A Siege of Herons: Connie Sobchak ponders the similarities between a heronry and a shopping mall

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On the way to the Tsawwassen Ferry, as I inspect the trees at the base of the hill, I feel transported to a world where pterodactyls still fly in the skies: a colony… Continue reading

Not Only But Also: Connie Sobchak meditates on a reluctant spring that she’s altogether ready for

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I was walking the dog towards One Mile, in the snow, on a slushy trail, under branches threatening to fall on us when the words not only but also popped into my head.… Continue reading

Patterns

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Yes…I like it…but what is it? I’ve heard these words several times with regard to scenes I’ve photographed or painted and I push myself to remember a favourite quote from Alfred North Whitehead… Continue reading

The Birds Know

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As the sun filtered through the blustery snowfall the other day, we pressed ourselves to get out of the house for a walk with the dog. “Winter has lasted too long,” we lamented,… Continue reading

Mom’s Baking

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Mom was an awesome cook. When she first moved to Pemberton, there were not many supplies so she figured out what to do with the basics. Her dad sent her a book with… Continue reading

Barn Memories

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Dad’s head was nestled in close to Bossy’s flank as he sat at his milking stool, listing slightly because Bossy had kicked the legs off at one time and they’d been hastily replaced.… Continue reading

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