Heritage


Marking the Seasons and a quest for a certain kind of knowing

Marking the Seasons and a quest for a certain kind of knowing

I have a longing for ancient and earth-connected ritual in my life. The longing has been there for many years but it’s become more noticeable as I’ve distanced myself from institutionalized Christianity and its attendant ceremonies.

Losing what we never had: A settler-descendent search for a sustainability ethic

Losing what we never had: A settler-descendent search for a sustainability ethic

We have much to learn. We don’t have a lot of time to learn it. It is my greatest wish that Canada’s post-modern sustainability ethic will be informed by Indigenous relations with the land, each other, and all beings. And in doing so, we’ll create a future that will sustain our children and our children’s children.

Happy Imbolc!

Happy Imbolc!

This is where I part ways with my Gaelic ancestral heritage and lean into my Nordic Scandinavian roots. I have zero interest in Spring right now. It's just starting feel like honest-to-goodness winter!⁣

*Building Sanctuary throughout a lifetime

*Building Sanctuary throughout a lifetime

Sanctuary is the name of my parent's home on the LaHave River. Sanctuary describes both the soul of the place and the meaning of home. Home, not as a structure or a particular location, but as a place where relationships are built and sustained, where family can always find refuge.

From field and forests, across oceans (week four)

From field and forests, across oceans (week four)

I feel at home in the trees in a way that defies my prairie upbringing. Maybe because before they were farmers, my ancestors carved small homesteads out of primeval European forest in ages past. And even more recently lived in the woods.

Can we trust our desires? (The mountains are calling)

Can we trust our desires? (The mountains are calling)

Acting on desire is how we make decisions in our life. It's how we choose, to the extent we can, the path we want to take. But how do we know we can trust our desires?

The loopy trail that is our lives (The mountains are calling)

The loopy trail that is our lives (The mountains are calling)

If I had known, in my early twenties that I was a mountain girl I would have never moved east. I would have gone west.