Tagged With: Idle No More
Earth Day, 2am
Fragile, gentle pieces survive intact and still beautiful in the sunlight, half a world away from the little village where they were made eighty years ago.
I feel change
It’s a mouth-taste, odd. Also pit of my stomach when I notice I’ve casually ‘turned over a stone’ and uncovered memories from 13 years ago. Remembering I ran away then, wondering at the grand plan that overrode those better instincts and pinned me like a specimen inside a story that wasn’t mine. For a decade. […]
Colour Pages #7: White
Veritas. It’s dark down there – difficult to see, to dig and keep digging. At the bottom of it, when you get there, you find an understanding that changes the shape of your world. I’ve just watched a film about a young prosecutor with great natural integrity who is working in Frankfurt just […]
Bill Reid, Through and In
My phone is in Kingston, 200 km of driving sleet and transport trucks ago. I travel through this with my daughter from my aunt to my niece. There’s a rightness to the timing. In the Museum of Civilization in Gatineau I find a plug upstairs after the cafe closes. There’s a bench with cushions so I […]
January 2013
A fog-laden wind sifts through tree boughs to the northwest. Into my left ear the presto drip of snowmelt on metal roof is punctuated by a random slide, thunk of heavier stuff pulled to ground. On my lap, the steady, thundering purr of kitten. The dark outside is thick with visible air, like stirred winter […]