Tagged With: peace

A reciprocal boat

August 30, 2017

Sometimes the boat NEEDS to sink, little miss willpower.  Sometimes it’s just time to release Her. Boats are practical things that keep you afloat on water, carry what you need for a journey, bring back what you harvest.  They are all female. Boats are dreams, freedoms, passions, yearnings. They are shared, protected, obvious solitudes.  In […]

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Colour Pages #3: inside blue

April 9, 2016

Blue is internal. It’s the other side of sunlight, where solitude lives. Demons also live there.  If you don’t make friends with the demons and fully acknowledge their right to live in the shadows, they grow malevolent.  Eventually, inevitably the malevolence comes to find you in the dark, biting. This is an excellent method for self-administered shock therapy, […]

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This morning’s texture

December 18, 2012

The rain on our tin roof keeps me dreaming past the appointed 6 am, then 7am, and even the waking realization of this isn’t jarring.  Now coffee’d and downstairs beside the fire, I gaze out the window where the cat uncurls into a stretch.  It really should be snow, but the effect is the same:  […]

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Reflections in Cordwood

April 20, 2012

It’s as good a time as any for reflection. 6am, still dark outside in the northern hemisphere. I sit at the downstairs table beside a pinging wood stove.  It’s beaming heat onto the cat, who’s a puddle of contentment. We began this house project in 2006 with the enthusiasm and energy of young saplings reaching […]

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Impossible Beauty

December 28, 2011

It began yesterday morning when the temperature dropped.  This dreary, straight down rain we’ve felt so wrong about all month became soft floating flakes of snow – wet enough to stick to every branch, every bough, thick enough to cover last years piles in a pristine white eiderdown.  Less than a day later I wake […]

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Astonished

April 26, 2011

Up from dear never-stop, incredible Pakistani meal walrus-friend Toronto tonight, in dense blowing fog. We could feel the land breathing as the car hydroplaned through darkness and blur. When we got to high country above the fog into achingly bright stars we saw great flashes of sheet lightning to the north, with blistering great cracks […]

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