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...