I was a whirling dervish, my feet moving faster and faster, my arms stretching effortlessly upward, hands tracing circles in the air. Every part of my body moved – hips, shoulders, head, heart. I could not help myself. The music started slowly, the band on the stage singing words I did not know. As a … Continue reading Dancing into the thin place
For the past six years I have been part of a writers’ group that meets about once every six weeks in the dining room of my condo building. It is place of honest conversation, lots of questions, tears, laughter, applause. It always feels like a sacred space to me. We choose a word, a question … Continue reading Do things happen for a reason?
“Landscape. I’d like to see more of the landscape,” I said to my generous hosts when they kindly asked what else I would like to see while I was visiting The Yukon recently. I could visit museums, wander around Whitehorse, sit by the mighty Yukon River that runs through their land. I would have … Continue reading Untidy, unruly, this is the landscape of my soul