Saturn returns
The dog wood stems I cut and brought inside for winter colour have pushed out bright green leaves of hope tricked into thinking Spring is here…
The dog wood stems I cut and brought inside for winter colour have pushed out bright green leaves of hope tricked into thinking Spring is here…
LizĀ Gilbert tells a wonderful story about how an idea for a novel jumped from her to Ann Patchett when Patchett kissed her on the mouth. Gilbert’s…
Carin at Matilda Magtree illustrated her recent post about how to write seasonally unaffected greeting cards with her photographs of Judith Scott’s amazing fibre sculptures.* The…
Hate is just a bodyguard for grief. When people lose the hate, they are forced to deal with the pain beneath. (Sarah Fields, quoted by Charles…
The Perpetual Migration by Marge Piercy How do we know where we are going? How do we know where we are headed till we in fact…
THE TRUELOVE by David Whyte There is a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yours especially if you have waited years and especially…
When I picked up Active Hope from the new arrivals shelf at Terrace library a few days before the unthinkable happened and a racist, misogynist demagogue…
A dozen years ago, I took a web publishing class at the University of Victoria. A gifted teacher named Jason Dewinetz was tasked with the formidable…
Like millions of others, I’m stunned this morning. My heart aches for my American friends who worked so hard to keep today’s reality from happening. I…
Irene and Henry helped Uncle Tom pack the wagon, every last bed last chair last plate last hope that life would be better here piled high…