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,...

Until that day…

When I die, I want to be this log– a nursery for green and growing things. Small trees spring from my body– shy, exuberant, leaping towards sunshine. This must be how the Earth feels about people, grasses, whales– all us green and growing things...

Seeing Whole

These past several weeks have been a time of extraordinary events and significant transformations within the life of my family. They have included the sudden death of my children’s father, and the wedding of my youngest son — the ending of a life, and the...