by PDR-Kellie | Aug 18, 2016 | Books, Contemplations, Creativity, Knitting, Mowat, Nature, outdoors, Reading, Summer, Travel, Writing Life
By the time you read this, I’ll be in the woods. Off the Internet, paddling the Grass River as my Blackberry battery slowly dies. Three books (a novel, a poetry collection, and a book of essays), my own ongoing poetry project and my latest knitting project (a...
by PDR-Kellie | Aug 11, 2016 | Contemplations, Creativity, First Nations, History, Manitoba, Nature, Otherworldly, outdoors, Scotland, Summer, Travel, Writing Life
Life has been busy since we got home from Scotland. We’re finishing renovations that won’t get done during the school year (we, as in J. and some hired help), I’m working a lot at the library and we’re squeezing in trips on the weekends. This...
by PDR-Kellie | Jun 30, 2016 | Contemplations, Family, History, outdoors, Summer, Travel, World, Writers, Writing Life
I’ve been printing maps lately. Screen grabs of the UK’s ordinance survey to help chart our way around Struy, near Inverness, site of the Clan Chisholm’s burial ground. Originally, we’d planned to visit this area and then find our way to Loch Ness and start our hike...
by PDR-Kellie | May 26, 2016 | Contemplations, Creativity, Creativity Coaching, Manitoba, Nature, outdoors, Process, Summer, Writing Life
Last weekend, J. and I hauled our shabby little tent-trailer, purchased two summers ago from a guy in Thunder Bay with hardly any teeth, to Bakers Narrows Provincial Park near Flin Flon. We camped on the Canadian Shield. J. wanted to find the path in to One Portage...
by PDR-Kellie | Mar 24, 2016 | Contemplations, Nature, outdoors, Process, Travel, World, Writing Life
I’ve never been a sporty girl. In elementary school, I got out of gym for what seemed like months for reasons I no longer remember. There I’d be, sitting on the stage like a wuss, probably reading a book. I was the one who got picked last in team selection...
by PDR-Kellie | Feb 11, 2016 | International, Nature, outdoors, Teaching, Travel, Winter, Workshops, World, Writers, Writing Life
This morning I sat, watching a little yellow bird with black and white barred wings feed on the hibiscus blossoms. I was preparing the workshop I’m giving on revising creatively this afternoon before we explore the botanical garden up the hill from San Miguel....
