Several years ago, when I had muscles and no grey hair (excuse me for the nostalgia), we chalk-arted a sidewalk in a smoky evacuated California town, while road-tripping with our kindergartener (oops, more nostalgia), and the phrase that surfaced for me, to write as an offering to whomever might come by before the prayed-for rain … Continue reading Rebekka Walker shares Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
Monica Sander Burns works with Pemberton's Clear Course Consulting, and also runs the Society of Trees forest therapy and guiding services. She did a week-long takeover for us last spring (see https://thewellnessalmanac.com/2022/03/12/a-week-of-forest-therapy-welcome-guest-blogger-monica-sander-burns-next-week/) and then she and I partnered up to co-host the Active Hope Climate Squad. She has shown me a lot about how to … Continue reading Monica Sander Burns from the Society of Trees shares a poetic reminder to take a micro pause and look around
What is your community made up of? What and whom comprise your personal ecology of life-supportive relationships? When I first made my home in Pemberton, in my early twenties, I doubled down on this physical community. I felt the shallowness of my transplanted roots, and I see now, that much of what motivated me, was … Continue reading Microdose on a poem from afar, Celebrate, by Pauline Leitch
My lovely friend Mary MacDonald dropped the seed for this idea, in my mind. She is a poet. Also a child psychologist. A dog-mama. A walker and a writer and an integral part of the Whistler Writing Society and Festival. A short story author. (See her collection The Crooked Thing at https://marymacdonald.ca.) A bird-watcher. Read … Continue reading Mary MacDonald reads her pantoum poem, If Only
The shadowsof yesterday theyhappen quietly on our mindsas they do our faces. Like the rising&setting of the sun Arrivingwithout judgementlike seasons. @loisfay
Like a wildflowerslast hurrah scattering soul seeds. To Octobers wind and rain. To sleep in the cracksof winter's brokenness. Awaiting the warmthof springswild and free. @loisfay
When did timebecome that thing we allowedto micro managethe many liveswe seeminglylive in a day. Tick! Waking.Tock? Eating. Tick! Commuting.Tock? Schooling. Tick! Working.Tock? Paying. Til one day; you turnyour calendar self off&sleep in like its Saturdayfor a month. Eating only when hungry. While drinking coffeeat midnight as you write. Because tomorrowsa Saturday. @loisfay
Freedom of choiceis ours and ours alone. It is and is notwithout consequence. But we own that with every space we enter&always always remember this is ourliving breathing story that will betold and retold without bias. Because we stoodwith the courageof our convictions. @loisfay
Inaudible wordstumble forth and breathethemselvesinto a short story with the potentialto becomethe tallest tale in the room. @loisfay
Studentof life be comethe change. Rewireyour brain to dowhatyou love. Til it lovesyou back. @loisfay Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.
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