What do you find inside the silence, in the dark, nestled there, out of harm’s way, safe from the chaos of being alive? You find the soft under-belly of who you are. I ache for the silence this time of year; the still sense of peace that often gets lost […]
Wendi Stewart – Wendi with an ‘eye’
Wendi lives in Nova Scotia’s Annapolis Valley, but the farm on Rainy River in Crozier will always be her home. MEADOWLARK, her debut novel released September 15, is published by NeWest Press of Edmonton. She is the mother of four daughters who did the unforgivable: they grew up. http://wendistewart.writersresidence.com
“We are all cells in the same body of humanity” ~ Peace Pilgrim I watched a film on Netflix the other day as I hid under a blanket with my hot water bottle in an attempt to keep warm with the minus-40 temperature hurling around outdoors. The film’s title is […]
I was thinking of heroes the other day while I was walking in the snow and the minus-38 C temperatures. “Mighty Mouse” was important when I was little. He was a good guy, as most flying mice tend to be. He was always ready to save the day; he even […]
It is my father’s birthday today (Nov. 29). I loved that we shared the same day number for our birthdays, as though that made our connection greater; that only he and I could understand. I miss him and I think of him every single day. I wish we could sit […]
So many difficult stories flood the news today and many of them threaten our sense of well-being, or at the very least muddle our perception of who we are as members of a community, as Canadians. As with most ostriches, I turn the television off and cringe and hope things […]
I came all the way from Wolfville, N.S. to Dawson City, Yukon, travelled the 7,392 km, to hear the extraordinary music of Beòlach, a multi-talented group performing the magic of Cape Breton music. I didn’t come all that way just for the music, of course. But had that been the […]
I heard this morning, as I write this on Oct. 29, that one of the most precious people in my life has gone. I scarcely can imagine the sun will continue to shine without Annie Lahti; that spring will ever come again and that I will find my way home. […]
I have a raspberry seed from my morning toast and jam stuck in my molar–the molar just ahead of my missing wisdom tooth (top right to be precise). I can hear the voice of Joe Friday from “Dragnet.” Just the facts, ma’am. I have flossed and brushed and picked and […]
Charles Lindbergh carried a copy of Robert Service’s poems during his record-setting non-stop flight across the Atlantic Ocean in 1927. Lindbergh was prepared for the monotony of the trip and the drone of his monoplane, “The Spirit of St. Louis.” Even Lindbergh knew that Robert Service’s poetry, which Robert preferred […]
I feel like taking a ride on a train this morning, like my family did when I was 10 years old. It probably was the most exciting few days of my life, certainly of my childhood, though getting my first “very own” pony would have to top the list (not […]
I sit at my desk waiting for hope to resurface from the morning deluge of tragedy in the news, and it is difficult–so very difficult–to find the belief that our humanity hasn’t all but been annihilated. We blame Trump, or most of us do, with his narcissist madness. His politics […]
There are ravens in Dawson City–large, fluffy, cleverly-curious ravens, whose neck looks shrouded with a fur coat rather than with feathers. These birds are big and bold and comical. I lived in Pickle Lake several lifetimes ago, where ravens were as plentiful as snowstorms (or so it seemed). The ravens […]
