Self Reliance
How does a person with few skills of the kind needed to live off the grid, and even less life experience of relying on...
What Gets me up?
What gets me up in the morning? Well. I’m glad that something does. It may not be a golden trumpet sounding at the edge...
Life Imitating Art
Last week, I wrote a piece about a cuckoo bird who transcended his predetermined role in life to save his nest mates. I chose...
Searching for the Right Tool
I got up after a sleepless night—well I probably got a few hours early on—and as most people would probably do, I got up,...
You are to Stay Here with me now
Once upon a time there was a family of Indigo Buntings; well, at first there were only the parents and a nest with four...
The Four Immeasurables
This morning a phrase came back to me while I was sitting for my morning 30 minutes, in what I call meditation but which...
Singing to the Choir
I had an experience this weekend, which I suspect that I inflict on others all the time: treating my personal perspectives as if they...
Still a Canadian
I’d rather reread “Wind in the Willows” (Kenneth Grahame, 1908) than “Animal Farm”. I especially enjoyed the illustrated children’s version, which I read many...
Knowing Grief
“In the Lakota/Sioux tradition, a person who is grieving is considered most waken, most holy. There’s a sense that when someone is struck by...
A Pain in the Neck
What causes an old memory to return, like Little Bo Peep’s sheep or like a painted horse spinning off a carousel we are surprised...