Inner and Outer Landscapes
My neighbor Rick was born and raised on a farm. He lived and worked the land into his forties, when …
My neighbor Rick was born and raised on a farm. He lived and worked the land into his forties, when …
Monday, and it’s back to work. Of course the 09/12 is a reference to yesterday. The media was filled with …
“It’s as if every molecule–every fibre–in my body is in the process of reorienting itself to you.” –early email to …
Allow me to stitch together a few of Xenon’s words. Some I jotted down on the fly and on the …
Long weekend. Time out from the City. Camping. Forested mountains, rocky snow-flecked peaks. Hiking paths leading to a rushing crystal …
Exciting day. For both children and parents across the land. First day of school. Sonny-boy is in grade two. I …
As this blog has grown I’ve become increasingly unsatisfied with the categories that have haphazardly accumulated in the right hand …
This pretty much sums up weekends these days. I’m the goose trailing, trying to deal with an overpowering urge to …
A time for reflection, a time for rejoicing. What inspiration! You might think I was sitting by the river contemplating …
Poetic interlude. A pause for the cause after the exertion of yesterday’s post. A brief surge of male potency, and …