Ghost floating on the sea. Oh, come to me, this Hallows’ Eve.

I’m moving, again. Away from this place on the Salish Sea. You’ve never been here. We painted the house Studio Green with paint that shimmers and shades in the light. We gutted the gardens, the ones that weren’t really there; just weeds and yucca and starving scrub that looked like it had landed SPLAT! from alien ships onto this rocky soil. I still liked it. Like I like everything. (more…)

They mowed down the blackberry shrubs on the side of Flamingo Drive last fall. Severely. I’m thinking they will grow back and still be filled with big juicy abundant berries in the summer. They must be thinking this, too. The ones who come and mow them down.

What a nuisance they seem to be. According to the general public on Vancouver Island. ‘They grow like weeds!’ ‘They ARE a weed! You know that, don’t you?’ ‘See that? That’s the start of a blackberry coming up! You’d better dig that out! It’ll take over your yard and you’ll never get it out!’ ‘Blackberries, a nightmare!’ A nightmare? I think I’m living the dream; (more…)

I’m on the sofa. Pulling the faux fur throw up to my chin to be cozy, I expose my perimenopausal feet, then reach for the remote control. The front window wall of blinds rises simultaneously exposing the sun scorched grasses, the shoreline of driftwood, and the Salish Sea. The waves are coming in. Romeo approaches and stands looking, then sits in our worn brown leather chair. (more…)

It is our feeling and recognition of separation that takes us further from who we are as our true self and also further from our view of ourselves as a joined collective, which comes from one Divine Source. (more…)

I like Jim who runs the local organic food store, Heaven On Earth, downtown. His fitting, friendly ‘WELL, HEL-LO THEERE!’, followed by snappy conversation about anything new with you is simply dandy. He could have been a radio broadcaster. Today, though, he wasn’t to be seen or heard. No sight of him slipping a tastier-than-thou orange or garden-of-eden cherry into my pocket to persuade my return for more. (more…)