The Crossroads of Memory

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Walking the paths of memory might get us closer to understanding eternity… [Read more...]

When the heather blooms: the end of summer

Heather (Calluna vulgaris) by John Haslam

I do my best to appreciate the land as it is, today, through all of the seasons. Sometimes I sing about it; sing to it. It helps move the energy of the season through me; it helps me to settle into how things are, not how I would wish them to be. [Read more...]

Where They May Be Found: The Dead

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The Dead are never far away. Sixth in the series, “Where They May Be Found.” [Read more...]

Missing The Forest

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Sometimes Forests need trees to hide them. [Read more...]

Finding Identity In The Directions

Orca Scultpture in New Westminster, BC, Canada

There is a place where there are No Directions, and yet from that place spring All Directions. [Read more...]

Sitting On This Speck Of Dust In The Cosmos

Starry night sky with two astronomical observatories in the foreground.

I didn’t post on A Sense of Place yesterday. I wanted to, I really did, but there was nothing at all I could say that wasn’t just a rehash of my personal struggle with belonging. This isn’t the blogging that I used to do. I used to write about connection and learning from the voices [Read More...]

When water is cut off: from Cochabamba to Detroit, by way of my bathroom

Spring water catch box

We all need water, but we are not all in control of our water supply. [Read more...]


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