Posts from the ‘slow life’ category

I am dying

April fish. But wait, it’s no joke. Of course I’m dying. So are you. We are all dying, right from the moment we are born, and…

Winter eclipsed

I did not expect to be still so long: a whole season. My cherished peaceful season—winter—which I normally let enfold me like a soft duvet that muffles the noise of…

Three swords

I was talking with a friend the other day. For the purposes of this story, let’s call her Mary Rose. MR told me about encountering a man…

Where is home?

I’m not always sure where I belong. The obvious answer is the farm in northern BC where I live with Lone Wolf. I’m happy here. I feel…

Toilet taboos

Most of our friends and family in the Lower Mania understand the appeal of our slow farm life. Visitors marvel at our starry night sky and…