Memento Mori

Memento Mori

When I first moved to Canada, nearly half a century ago, I lived in a small, lakeside community of (mostly) holiday homes. Across the lake from my house were the jagged brown teeth of a row of cliffs, locally known as Rattlesnake Ridge. This was sagebrush country,...

The Art of Belonging

A couple of weekends ago, I spent a delicious three days with my sons, their partners, and my wonderful little granddaughter, who is not quite two years old. Since we live nearly three hundred miles apart, we had rented a house at a lakeside resort half-way between...

Between longing and belonging

We are the restless tide that travels between the horizon of longing and the shore of belonging. Both are essential to our joy. Longing calls us to our soul’s purposes. Belonging cradles us in deep relationship to the Earth and all who live here. To travel in...