When travelling through the Rocky Mountains in the spring, I scribbled some words in my "pigpen", a small notebook I carry with me. This book contains tiny scribbles and scraps of notes that I revisit later, and, if I'm fortunate, … Read more
Let us probe the silent places, … And the Wild is calling, Calling … let us go. Ever since I was a student and read these words from The Call of the Wild by Robert Service, I'd wanted to travel … Read more
In two short days last spring, my husband took sick, cancer was discovered in a close family member, my dad was taken in to the hospital, my husband's uncle died, a cousin was diagnosed with a brain tumour, our car … Read more
One of the things I'm looking forward to doing this summer is taking time to sit under a big tree, and listen to the sounds of summer. I'll listen to the soft swish and rustle of the leaves, as a … Read more
Early one morning, the barking of my neighbour's dog awakened me. I soon realized that the bark wasn't the one that Dessie used to welcome his owners when they returned home, or even the one that he used to warn … Read more
Two seemingly small incidents teamed together to direct my thoughts this week. The first incident happened earlier in the week, when over a hundred millimetres of rain (four inches) fell in less than a day. Basements became pools of water, … Read more
While watching a team of carpenters working on a project at my home, I noticed one older gentleman working alongside a group of younger men. The men were putting in long days, and the work was physically demanding. After a … Read more
"I don't remember going this way before," I remarked to my husband, who was busy piloting our small car down a twisty dirt road through the back woods of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada. "Neither do I, but the sign … Read more
While vacationing in New Zealand, I discovered that the local government had a way of bringing home a point, when it came to speeding. The signs posted along the side of the road read, "The Quick are the Dead", or … Read more