8:21 AM Saturday, 15 November 2025 …Have seen murmurations this morning while driving thru the container pier–and also, once I got to Point Pleasant Park, there was a pair of loons having either a bath or breakfast–hard to tell from this distance. The murmurations were small but I can’t help thinking–isn’t that how they always…
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From the Journal: Stories At the Market
At the Market, on this rainy autumn Saturday, wrapped in a shawl of warm sensory delight: The canopy of murmuration, the swirling soft-edged swell of voices, of vendors and wanderers engaged in exchanging a word before exchanging goods or services; the organic artistry of stacked colours, textures, and scents…a mosaic of inspiration and potential; the…
Fall Back: From the Journal
From the journal, 02 November, 2025 8:19 PM From the end of the hall… When I was a kid, I understood that the clock moved ahead in the springtime and back in the late fall. The mechanics were simple…and I would help make sure all of the clocks in the house were set correctly.. What…
Resonance
From the journal… In the Public Gardens on a bench by the dahlias. Lunch is wrapped in a cloth napkin in my bag, tucked in among crosswords, a novel, and assorted writing implements. This journal was in there, but is now flopped open on my thigh. Somewhere I am remembering that the column width of…
From the Journal: On SuperPowers and Not Knowing
From the Journal 7:26 AM At the end of the hallway, waiting to go to the market. Won’t have a chance to write while there this morning, so wanted to sit with you now…and I am so grateful, for that–and for the true Nova Scotia summer day that is blooming–breeze, sun, open skies, and great…
From the Journal…An old prayer for new days
16 February, 2025 7:01 AM; At the end of the hall with tea that is cooling to a sippable temperature. Oh! I just looked out the window and the show is starting…It’s a beauty. Thank you for the ways you remind creation that there is always hope. Especially now. With the everything-everywhere-all at once-ness state…
Consider the Lilies 