Day ? of the pandemic. A robin builds a next to the bedroom window; a wren builds a nest by my office door, a chickadee builds a nest by the windchimes hanging from the arbor, in spite of everything. A big old watersnake guards its territory by the creek bank and startles me so that…

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Someone asked me, Why don’t you name your blog by the number of days you’ve been in isolation? Snort. I wish I could remember, even so. Or, maybe I don’t. Maybe there’s something lovely about just living in one moment. This one. And then This one. It’s a spiritual thing. But make no mistake, I…

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Linda and Michael Cheeks

It’s been a few days since I last posted, because things got busy, even so. A very old friend, Michael Cheeks, passed away from cancer. I’ve known Michael since I was eighteen. Born in Guyana, Michael ended up, with his beautiful wife, Linda, in Yellowknife, in the Northwest Territories. Michael was a big man, well…

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Day ? of the pandemic. I discovered this week that it’s quite easy to lose track of what day it is. I have a calendar and so forth, but even so. The clouds this morning were white and stone-grey mountains, full of threat and wonder both. I sat in the car and just gazed at…

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