This is me. This is the bay I live by. These mountains are the east wall of the fjord that holds the island that I live on. Years ago a well known islander gave me the advice about living here that, if I’m in it for the long haul, I would need to develop a practice of witnessing. In the ten+ years I have lived here a lot has changed and I’m finally beginning to realize what that role of witness means. There is a sharp division here between private and public, growing sharper every year. I believe that the …
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After twelve days on the road followed by a further day of work at home and battling a flu I finally have a day off. This morning the wind is gusting off the sea and it’s dry. The forest is drying out, kinglets and sparrows flitting around and eagles are being chased by the crows who are trying to nest in peace. I feel the same way. Letting all that soaked through me just drain out. Watching an afternoon scooter match between Manchester United and Blackburn, drinking tea and smoothies and walking in the woods with my beloved. I’ll have …
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A long day of traveling home from Minnesota made longer by a bout of flu and a cough. Hopefully I didn’t poison anyone in the way home. It will be good to have a rest, and see how spring has come in while I’ve been away most of the last three weeks. Location:Howe Sound
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Sitting in a Caribou coffee shop in a nondescript sprawl of outlet malls and suburban detritus somewhere northwest of the Twin Cities. We begin two days of work tomorrow with a cohort of community health coalitions working to improve child health around the state. It is the second residential retreat in a centre in the banks if the Mississippi and it will be great. But noticing in this moment a tired longing for spring at home. Location:Outlets at Albertville,Albertville,United States
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Back at home on Bowen Island after a few days away with the family. It is rainy here today and the fog is draped on the snow capped mountains and ridges. Our coast has been pounded by a late blast of winter wind and rain and snow and now the sky wears its blue and grey colours like a bruise. When I am here at home these days there are rhythms and patterns I like to indulge in. One of them is mornings spent here at The Snug with a cup of fine espresso and the ins and outs of …