6 am April 23/23 As night, seamless, shifts the tide toward daylight, sweet hope is my heart's river-blood. A crescendo of birdsong...

Three short tales of springtime glimmers buzzing, flapping, chirping and clacking their way into my heart this month as we celebrate...

A Brief Reflection on a Just Transition from Extractive to Regenerative Agriculture Imagine Island agriculture where seed and land are...

Hello this late March day from a very snowy island in a warming sea. It would seem we are having our January and February weather all in...

Snow, soft and quiet, Falling and forgiving the Harshness in my heart. What does this heart beat for but love? On a difficult morning I...

The questions and the wanting: Are new beginnings ever truly possible if we must live out of the patterns of our own personal history...

Acknowledgments to Anna Akhmatova's "a land, not mine, still" https://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Poets/A/AkhmatovaAnn/Alandnotmine/index.ht...

A poem dedicated to my three children and my dear mother whose curiosity about and love of nature constantly inspires my own. Happy...

Squeezed in between the showers of late April and the greening of early May we celebrate Earth Day as a day to bring kind awareness to...

https://www.thedarvel.com/ https://linktr.ee/thedarvel Our son and middle child, Lucas MacCormack, is a homeschooled young man who has...

We are not meant to go this world alone. Yet some of us are wired so differently that it’s harder for us than for those more...

Without mud, there is no lotus. Without suffering, there’s no happiness. So, we shouldn’t discriminate against the mud. We have to learn...

I wrote this yesterday for International Women’s Day (March 8th, 2022) to honour the beauty and strength of the women in my life and all...

My Wish for Peace--Handing You a Seed First written for The Art of Autism Peace Project 2020 about Peace being found by honouring the...

To Department of Finance Budget Consultation: When my three very concerned young adults read to me about record high earnings for ...

Last night it took every bit of my well practiced resistance to following my heart’s desires to remain in my own bed once I finally got...

When looking out at the glittering world last Wednesday morning after a very cold, very calm night the whole place seemed positively...

Good morning to you, this bright, cold day! Two sharings today: a short poem on beauty, gratitude and joy as a pathway through difficulty...

When speaking yesterday with my dear west coast sister and her lovely eldest child, they commented on how many tabs they have open on...

Just this morning I was speaking with my eternally optimistic yet abundantly realistic (and sometimes gloomy) youngest child. She came...