Sanctification: making sacred. Sacred is an anagram for scared. We are often scared of the sacred. We are scared because we have not been...

In honour of the festival of Imbolc, which honours Brigid, the Celtic goddess of fire and the hearth. (Last year’s Imbolc post here.) I...

The call of a blue jay never fails to transport her to that moment in time, instantly, to a moment so many years past that she’d actually...

Silence, deep silence, not a breeze My step on the floating dock the only ripple Cascading along the still surface of the lake. A loon...

Time stretched and bent around her as she sat. She’d been sitting in this chair by the door for some time. She’d been sitting in this...

Immortal Duck Immortalized in terrycloth, Marble bathroom counter Patiently waiting: origami duck Photo credit: Copyright © 2018 Tunde...

If only she hadn’t brought the damn dog. All the old farmers would tell you, always leave the dogs at home. But they were stupid, so so...

She sat quietly, breathing in and breathing out, breathing in the sharp-sweet-bitter-slightly-sulfurous tang of seaweed and of salt. She...

[Continued from post of March 22, 2018] 1. Dream Boy I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, thought Dream Boy. Those stupid cows have gone all...

They knew death was coming. Eventually. Maybe even soon. But none of them knew Death well enough to know how soon, and so it took them by...

1. Molly Molly peered cautiously over the fence. She turned her huge head one way, then the other, muttering to herself as one of those...

She sat and sat and sat, waves of regret crashing on the shores of her heart, waves depositing the flotsam and jetsam of her broken life...

Irritated Duck 1 Irritated duck, snarking Raucous splashing, the chase is on Spring comes to the pond Irritated Duck 2 Irritated duck,...

She sat and sat and sat, carefully sifting memories like sand, memories of a seashore much like this one, floury silky white sand, those...

She was dying. Not in the abstract, someday way of all of us, not in the slow and inexorable plodding way of terminal illness, but NOW,...

[Continued from last week’s post] Last week I wrote that Jack and I have figured out how to make ourselves at home in many different...

On my very first trip to British Columbia, I stopped off in Vancouver to change planes for my flight to Victoria. I looked out the window...

The last dying light of the day and the world is utterly still. A bubble of absolute silence within and underneath distant traffic noise....

Late afternoon. She’s feeling twitchy and she doesn’t know why. Actually that’s a lie. She knows exactly why. It’s that time of day when...

Haiku I: Cold Ice running through ancient veins Spiky backbone, prehensile claws, immobilized Iguanas dream of sunshine <img...

She sat and sat and sat, silent to the point of aphasia — not so much that she couldn’t speak, more that she was so deep down the well of...

I’ve struggled my entire adult life to Get Things Done. It’s not that I’m ever really idle, not really. Even when it looks like I’m doing...

In the timeless twilight between sleep and waking, words are eaten alive, no rational thought escapes, life itself stands still, quietly...

To pick up where we left off last week: For me, the real deal about being kind to myself is all about being in touch with my own true...

“To thine own self be kind.” I mean REALLY TRULY kind. I mean radical kindness, real, radical self-compassion. The kind of kindness that...

I’m doing something a little different today to honour my (recent) commitment to post on Thursdays: reposting something I posted on...

She stood at the counter in her tiny kitchen, frozen in the act of skinning ocean perch fillets for Brazilian fish stew, frozen by memory...

The trouble with silence is that it’s so hard to find. And because it’s so hard to find, we’re so not used to it. It makes us...

1. FROM A WRITING RETREAT THIS SUMMER Shimmering like white starburst fireworks, sun on gentle waves. Air is still. Calm before the...

She sat and sat and sat. This time, it was a good thing, because she’d actually gotten up out of the the chair by the door and was now...

Surrounded by emptiness, always, surrounded, bounded, filled with emptiness. I used to feel empty all the time. So I filled up with booze...

I know I keep saying this, but this time – this time – will be different. I’ll do better at staying in touch. I will. I will. But the...

Don’t ask what you can do. They can’t tell you, because they don’t know. Don’t say, if there’s anything you need, just let me know. They...

Haiku #1: Hopeful Gator Ancient hooded eye Turtles splayed on sunny rock Jaws open, one less turtle Haiku #2: Hopeful Egret Hopeful egret...

We lived on a dirt road in a remote rural part of the country. It was an election year, so they were paving as many roads as they could...