When you enter a story, the story is changed by your entrance. Here in the Thompson, we pass a juniper and a boulder, cross paths with a young pine, and approach the […]
When you enter a story, the story is changed by your entrance. Here in the Thompson, we pass a juniper and a boulder, cross paths with a young pine, and approach the […]
It breathes. Hengifoss Waterfall Shaking off Its Ice … … and taking a deep breath. The old words are best. In fact, today the Highlands were being scoured clean of old snow. […]
I am rediscovering old words and worlds here in Iceland. I can’t take the country home to Canada, but I can take this… Spring Colours at Littlifoss, Lagarfljotsdalur An inspiration […]
We have passed through the impassable gate… Farm Gate, Orchard Hill … and walked the sacred earth, Mare, Reykjanesviti Lighthouse, Iceland …to rest… Sheepdog at Work, Laugur, Iceland … and hold the […]
Solstice. The sun is going through a tiny hole into the darkness today and out again tomorrow. It’s not a flower, exactly. It’s just the sun. It has been a beautiful journey […]
To be sacred is to be set apart. It is an active process. When applied to civic, personal, and earthly space, it is like framing a painting. A frame will make even […]