Golden Moment

November 11, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Golden eagles migrate through here in October/ November. Spotting them is rare, but when I turned the corner and came upon this scene, I knew this bird was not a local. Sorry about the quality. I daren’t roll down the window for fear he would flee, which he did when another car came by.

Brief Encounter

October 23, 2022.Reading time 1 minute.

We’re off to the city to pick up a car for our Ukrainian family. Ric has been on a mission to locate and purchase suitable vehicles for the many families here who need transportation but have limited funds. Yesterday, we were looking at houses for rent. Tomorrow it’s a Professional Development day for teachers, so […]

A Sleepover and a Surprise

November 14, 2018.Reading time 3 minutes.

“Do you want to drive by the river and see if we can find the eagles?” “Yes! Then I can tell Mom and Dad and August that I saw them! August loves birds too.” I smile. August is two-years-old. We have picked up Sloane for an overnight with Grandma and Grumpa. “It’s pretty overcast. I […]

A Lake and A Pub

April 25, 2018.Reading time 6 minutes.

Westwood Lake, situated in the foothills of Mt. Benson, Nanaimo, is an unexpected surprise. Pulling into the parking lot, I am eager to get out and explore. The parking lot fronts a beach area and there are trails leading in either direction – over 5 km of walking trails, as well as mountain biking trails […]

Los Angeles, California

March 13, 2018.Reading time 4 minutes.

“There’s a place called Balloona Wetlands which is supposed to be good for birding,” Ric tells me the first morning I’m ready to go again. “It’s in LA, though.” Innocently, I shrug and say: “Sure”. We are staying in a motel in Ontario, California while our RV is having some work done. Los Angeles is […]

If

If we could see the soulcomprehend the constructoutline each contoursip the sacredness –Would there then be peace? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Of Light

There is light in unknowns –at least I project it there –caught between the currentashen landscape and the achingsof a solitary childhood… I like to think faith guides mebut she is muted like the gardensof my dreams, more etherealthan palpable and I need concretehave waited too long for that train of certainty to carry me […]

Time Out

My to-do lists have grown appendagesare teaming up in a huddleplotting their next play Wait a minute, Guys! I pleadthe afternoon sun has caught meat just the right angle,and my chair, with a mind of its own,is reclining… Can’t we save the game day anticsfor another time… (Image my own)