A week before Christmas, someone posted a poem by writer, L R Knost: Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for … Continue reading One Hundred and Ninety-Nine Antonyms for “dismay” and we shall use them all
I spent the other night watching the memorial slideshow that Blake Jorgensen put together for Chili Thom, followed by the New York Times' Year in Pictures 2016, and was then so full of sadness for these darkening times that I didn't know where to turn. Back to love. I suppose that is the only answer. … Continue reading All things break
So great to welcome Hugh Naylor to this space. It’s Halloween and my friend in a Lions Villa unit hears a knock on the door. Outside it’s dark and rainy. He was on his way to bed and asks himself if he should answer. ( He has forgotten about Halloween and so unprepared for visitors). … Continue reading A Halloween Strawberry – a guest post from Hugh Naylor
As a therapist, I occasionally get all caught up inside my head. No surprise there. My husband often has way better words for explaining things and one thing he talks about often, and I have stolen from his repertoire is the development of schtick. As we grow, mature, change and adapt we present ourselves to … Continue reading Mind your schtick
Since moving back home to Pemberton in 2013, I have been committed to creating a reputation as a photographer of people, of celebrations, smiles and memories. I'm a people person, and I can't wait to share some of these moments with you in the future. But do you want to know a secret? Landscapes are my … Continue reading Scorned Timber
When I first started running, I definitely did not classify myself as a runner. In my narrow mind, the only narrow thing about me, a runner was lean and mean and somewhat obsessive. My friend Kathy fit that image, and she felt that I should reap the benefits of running too, so she asked me … Continue reading How I learned to call myself a Runner
This is the poet, Mary Oliver's, take, on what those three things are. In Blackwater Woods Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders of the ponds, … Continue reading To live in this world, you must be able to do three things
The beach. Turkey dinner. Gravity. People you love. You know, it's not that complicated, really. Funny, the way we are somehow able to render everything more messy and complex. This seemed like beautiful put-it-back-into-perspective wisdom. Coming home I think the best part was seeing my family and friends, feeling this immense love and pride, it … Continue reading The best things about life on Earth, according to an astronaut
My friend posted this performance by spoken word poet Anis Mojgani on his Facebook page several years ago. I return to it every now and then when I need a shot in the arm that another cup of coffee won't deliver. Take your favourite line and post it on your facebook page. I invite you. … Continue reading Poetry Break
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