August 8, 2020

This morning, the newspaper title caught my attention: The Harder Life Gets, the Softer We Need to Be.” There was also a subtitle: When we brace against life’s bumps, we feel every stone more deeply.”

It sounds the opposite doesn’t it of our usual way of thinking? We wo...

August 6, 2020

One person looks at a calendar with blank spaces and sees Empty time. It might threaten them or fill them with apprehension.

Another way of looking at the same thing? As opportunities waiting to be filled.

I don’t know about you. Do you like to plan a canoe trip or a tra...

July 8, 2020

Warbling up great canyons, 

drifting over silent spaces of time. 

When the moon fills, 

when the night is soft, 

loon laughter transforms 

wildness into song.

It calls to another.

It dances on the 

webbed feet 

of the wind.

It mates whispering silence

to sound, reckless 

and uninh...

July 6, 2020

Softly 

Water teases 

the shore. 

Midnight embraced. 

The fawn’s gentle passage 

Across the divide between 

Sea and space. 

Gently it massages 

The overwrought mind. 

It plays with fancy 

And caresses the 

Worry from out of the day. 

It can rise, water that 

splits the rock. 

On wil...

July 3, 2020

The old chasm finds us, 

The old circle of rising 

And greeting 

Is lost to the winds. 

Memories virtue remains 

But its edges grow dim. 

So marvelous our time, 

So soft our touch 

Upon each others cheek. 

Quieted voices, 

Stilled exchanges, 

Kept to the scrapbook. 

What once was...

June 27, 2020

In the pale first reflection, 

daylight approaches. 

it comes to us quietly, 

slow and soft. 

It wakes us from shadow, 

it prods us with rude intent, 

bathed in the fresh opening of a new day. 

First light invites adventure.

It rouses us to make ready. 

It gifts us with sleepy...

June 21, 2020

We search the margins of the world 

for a returning voice. 

We ply, in the deepest parts of the night, 

for starships to carry us, born upon the 

winds of magic, to deeper resolve. 

We long for the credible voice, 

for the echoes return, 

for the whisper of light, 

for dawns r...

June 11, 2020

In the North, the Aurora Borealis or Northern Lights sometimes flame on cold winter nights. I will always remember a picture an artist painted of this with green and rose streaks sweeping up to the center of heaven.

And intermixed between the colors were slight images o...

June 10, 2020

Who knows where I have travelled, 

who can tell where I have been? 

I’ve seen the lodges watching west,

I’ve been to continents then unknown.

Rivers, valleys, long-steeped canyons,

mother-bear home, arctic ice 

and deer-home.

I’ve sung to soldiers in their sleep, 

been beside...

May 26, 2020

We are a band of brothers,
a fleet of sisters and mothers,
fellow-travellers into the dense
thicket of lakes and streams,
portages and places we will visit.

We live on the tide of wandered imaginings.
We wait and wrestle with uncertain weather,
our eyes always trained...

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