by PDR-Kellie | May 24, 2018 | Creativity, Nature, Publications, Swarm, World, Writing Life
It’s been hot here in Manitoba. Forest fires are already raging north of us and the birds regularly stop by to take sips out of our birdbath. Meanwhile, down in the U.S., the government recently decided to do away with all the regulations that were put in place...
by PDR-Kellie | Feb 2, 2017 | Contemplations, Creativity, Creativity Coaching, Issues, Knitting, Process, Recommended, United States, World, Writers, Writing Life
Well, now. How’s everybody doing? A little bit of this? A touch of this? Yeah; I hear you. I’m not sure what to say. I could reiterate my own outrage; I could talk about fascism; I could point you to this excellent (and, yes, frightening) article by David...
by PDR-Kellie | Aug 4, 2016 | Contemplations, Creativity, Family, History, International, Nature, Scotland, Summer, Travel, World, Writing Life
In Glen Affric, at the end of our third day on the trail, we stopped to camp beside the Allt Coire Ghaidhe waterfall. Since that morning, when we’d woken up in a lovely campsite overlooking Loch Beinn a’Mheadhoin (which translates to loch of hill of the...
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 | 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....
