Poetry and PPE

I’ve been writing a lot lately – that’s what happens when you commit to pick up the pen pretty much every day, for at least twenty minutes. Some fiction (one of the prompts that I gave in one of my live-streaming sessions through my Write Ramble Facebook group was to write about mud and that […]

Wild and Precious Life

Home. Giving myself some time. Taking a few days to rest, process, walk the dog, knit, read, take photographs, sip tea and keep walking this trail… My compatriot, Pam Bustin, put this poem by Mary Oliver up on her blog on Tuesday, and it gave me peace and solace and a finger pointing towards the bigger […]

A Poem from (for) Sage Hill

This morning, the magpie took me out of my dream. Squawking and stalking the grass under the hydro stand where the owl sat, hooting, hotly seeking a mate. I was not anywhere in the west at that moment, my mind watching the smoulder of a stump turning to ash on the edge of Lake Huron, […]