In the rhythm of the needles there is music for the soul. Knitting, making, creating handmade gifts for others is a genuinely gratifying experience. Here again, is another gift for someone special in our community. After wrapping it up and… Read more
Books Diane Recommends, General
where morning greets you with a drum roll
I live … where morning greets you with a drum roll where tree bark and rock is lichen covered and carpets of moss create enchanting verdant forests, amazing travellers and residents alike where mornings wrap around you with the aromas of sweet wet cedar and… Read more
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Sit very quietly
“Sit very quietly, and when the scenery shifts, slip between it.” — John Cage Although I do have spring bulbs blooming right now, I thought this beautiful pale pink Camellia was a bit of a show stopper. The tree is chock… Read more
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Leave an imprint
“I hadn’t realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn’t predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went.” Jojo… Read more
A Story, General
everyone has a story
Sitting blankly, pondering what to write in this postcard. Nothing worthwhile comes at first. Like a plant remaining dormant until the warm water and fertilizer make their way through all the capillaries and begin to settle in each cell, the… Read more
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postcards from here …
Kayaker – Qualicum Beach, BC cats on the fence, ‘downtown’ Qualicum Beach, BC a man and his dogs, Qualicum Beach, BC clock tower and carillon bells – – salmon fountain, town centre Qualicum Beach the lookout boys “all wrapped up”… Read more
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that one experience
“For most of a day we walked through alkali flats, the white crust like a frosted layer of salt that rose in a powder when your boots punched through. We wore the chalk on us everywhere—up to our knees, in… Read more
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and then
Arms stretching, reaching as if grasping for that smear of sky the colour of someone’s baby blues. Inhaling the salty air clothed with sweet wet cedar. Juncos, chickadees, and their avian relatives flit, flutter, chirp and call. One more deep breath to… Read more