Nova Scotia


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.

And then we went home (week six)

And then we went home (week six)

Nova Scotia offered space, fresh air and forest; and unprecedented opportunity to be together as a a family. But Montreal is home and it's time for us to return.

Life in lockdown (week five)

Life in lockdown (week five)

I'm not not anxious but I'm starting to feel a growing discomfort and lack of motivation.

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.

Getting extra stuff done (or not) in confinement (week two)

Getting extra stuff done (or not) in confinement (week two)

Without our usual out of the house appointments and activities "it feels" like there is more time in our days. Except for a few online gatherings, my calendar is empty, which gives a sense of expansiveness.

When family is everything (week one)

When family is everything (week one)

There's nothing we can do in this crisis but hunker down, distance ourselves, and take care of each other, and that's what we're doing. And I'm enjoying this time together. Am I allowed to say that?

At the beginning of March

At the beginning of March

How is it that I'm still writing about these kids?