After a great away time for a deep spiritual drop, I am back, a little. I am no longer writing for children. I do have some projects on...

I’ve been away from this blog for a long time. In my deep dive into a quiet spiritual place, writing fell away as a discipline. I still...

I’ve been working on some writing projects – or rather, the working is happening. I don’t know the words for this – only that’s it’s not...

Shaun Hunter’s project Calgary Through the Eyes of Writers features The Veil Weavers today. I love the timing, days before a city council...

I’ve done very little writing in the last few months – instead, this time has been about deepening, becoming quieter, more still. Odds...

I came across the phrase people who love the interior world a while ago. I love this – it completely explains where I find myself right...

It turns out that writing as meditation is no easier with a cold than regular writing. Brain fog is brain fog. But it cleared,...

Writing hasn’t been happening. It’s like I get up a little steam, an idea that I’m ready to leap in with, and any energy for leaping...

I watched a murder of crows congregate in a spruce tree across the street, cawing to call others to join them. Another group cawed back...

In my post-spiritual-shift life, many things have changed. Oddly, animals seem less afraid. This little guy was in a tree nearby when we...

I’m a long term Buddhist and meditater. Early this year I had a deep fall into a spiritual shift ­– what some teachers call an awakening,...

The light is different this morning, overcast and green. I took another round of photos, hoping the blues would be better today (they...

The light was perfect this morning for flower photos, so I went wild. Here’s one of the good ones. Maureen

The wind was forecast to come howling through, so we headed out early for our Thursday hike, in hopes of beating the wind. It was...

Wednesday I hung out with the grade 5s of Falconridge School. They quizzed me on Cursed. I’d claimed almost everything in it was drawn...

Last Wednesday, I spent the day talking about writing, after they read Feather Brain, and workshopping writing with grade 3/4 kids at...

I wasn’t sure I was a writer anymore, for a little while, as I go through some deep internal changes. But I seem to be coming back to it,...

Today, I walked on water and was blinded by the light. Well, okay, I walked on ice. On snow over ice, on frozen Lake Minnewanka. It was...

A kid-friend was thrilled to discover we have a closet under the stairs, Harry Potter style. The door’s on the end instead of the side,...

Mark and I have started a new project. We’re trying to figure out what getting to zero carbon would look like at our house. We’ll tackle...