This World Water Day 2021 I welcome you to consider your role in creating a new narrative which better integrates the human species with...

Unnamed Tanka On sunlit snowy Trail, footprints veer into woods. I call out your name to no response but rattling husks of Beech leaves...

Today I am posting links to three webinars I have enjoyed over the past while. The first is a link to a webinar YES! Magazine hosted...

Sharing our stories, speaking our truths. These are choices women can make going forward which will engender a culture of inclusion,...

While gazing upon my garden bed in summertime everyone always asks me: Why do you plant nasturtiums? They ask as though my choice to do...

Something deep inside me was awakened. An old self, long ignored, acknowledged. Play was the pathway to this connection. When I was just...

Seek always the embrace of nature as it will hold you when others can’t. This morning, while listening to a meditation talk on awareness,...

I could say it’s been one of those mornings—I awoke from an awful, vivid nightmare with a woozy headed “how can I face the world” sort of...

Speaking with my mother on the phone she tells me that my father thinks they should send condolences to a former co-worker of his whose...

Composed February, 2018 Where I’m From Pin point it on a space-time map: 1:05am Friday, August 17th, 1973 Charlottetown, Prince Edward...

Painted Beauties Tanka Crested- feathered, fruit- Eaters, this bird is winter’s Artsy friend –Eye lines Winged thicker than Clara’s –both...

Jabbing Cold (Haiku) Jabbing cold--finger prick into awareness of the moment at hand. Wishing you warmth! Jill

Last eve, while drifting in and out of the wind howls of midnight sleep, I heard the familiar "disturbing, somewhat childlike, raspy...

We live in a culture of chronic inattention. With inattention, we miss the meal in front of us, the changing scenery, the open-hearted...

This morning I am beginning a new 40 day meditation course. Although I have studied/practiced meditation over the past dozen years and...

Haiku 1) Changelings Snow Buntings flock o'er wintry field--shifting, bright flash of light-- my wild eyes. 2) Hurt Sky at Waterside...

dive deep, beginning fiction writer do not make the exciting process of exploration wrong be curious as any new explorer would be and...

In wintry garden dried stalks, brown leaves, stand lonely. Where have your soft, pale blooms at eventide gone? In summer ere return, I...

When reflecting on what goodness helped carry me through 2020 I noticed that over and over again several things arose, one of which was...

These final weeks of 2020 I have had the almost daily honour of encounters with at least one, if not two, brilliantly white, snowshoe...