northshorewoman

The other day I went for a morning walk upstream McVicar's Creek. I went with my friend Lilian Mattar Patey. I first bicycled to S...

The scent of burning sage signals the opening of ritual space. Small bells circle, gently breaking up energy.  As the drum stick swishes ...

A few years ago, on a road trip up into the mountains of north Lebanon, we traveled along the holy Qadisha Valley, up Mount el-Makmel, pas...

Over the next few posts, I will serialize one of my tree poems. This tree poem is a puzzle, too, like my poem An Ancient Riddle Found Standi...

There was an old Manitoba Maple tree, 60-70 years old, in the center of my yard. A few years ago, I noticed that a large branch on the north...

Last Sunday my husband and I went for a hike in the woods. The trail we took starts at Balsam St. just north of the Expressway. It is an old...

mun Äidin enkelit . my mother's angels mun Äidin enkeli . my mother's angel a tonttu from a vanha Joulu liina . An elf on an old Ch...

After walking along the south ridge of the Bluffs, you end up looking north, over the Hydro corridor. Because it is a clearing for hydro lin...

fall birches and poplars as seen from the top of The Bluffs, a cliff ridge that looms over the Current River, a waterway that weaves unde...