My people came down from the mountains, brittle ghosts armed with blades and hacksaws. They were big eared, small-footed and had red-knuckled hands. They carried no expectations. The men were tough and canny, ready with violence, religiously upright, but secret drunks.
Immersing my body into the cold sea, brings me to the present moment. That moment contains sky and sea, and the wonder of being able to do the hard thing.
A recent blog post by Dr. Chris Germer, of the Center for Mindful Self Compassion, is both reassuring and uplifting in the face of the uncertainty posed by the the COVID-19 pandemic.
Back in January, pre-pandemic, my dear friend Fred Armstrong traveled across the Salish Sea to visit us for a weekend. Along with his sister Terry, and bountiful good humour, he brought me some sourdough starter.
Perhaps you’ve heard the phrase “I broke the internet,” as crowed by those whose posts go viral. Recently, I had the reverse experience. The internet broke me.
A morning story, in which the nature of purpose and determination is explored, while essayists and poets stick their noses in. We discover what may or may not belong in a suitcase.
The earth revolves around the sun and lupines bloom, right on cue. We are made of blood and bone, love and sorrow, pain and mercy, as we follow the path home.