There is a point in the act of creation where one’s heart reaches away from the world “That Is” to seek the world of origin.
Life is like the edge of an ice floe. Sometimes it is the best place to stand. The fishing and hunting are bountiful, we are safe as the thick ice supports us, and the universe is generous in its offerings.
I was invited to a wonderful supper where the theme of the night was "Tasty Vegan Potluck". The weather forecast was such that I knew it was going to be a chilly night so I thought I would make a dish that not only was warm and comforting but had flavour with some zing.
All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways.
The sun had already set. The sound of geese calling drew me to the window. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass and peered into the black night sky. I couldn't see them, but I could hear their voices trailing off into the distance.
I had his six. It was my job to watch his back and help keep him safe from harm.
I believe placemaking can extend beyond public spaces into personal ones as well.