A rabbit in every pot and a saint on every corner- or why Malta was so confusing


I've just been lucky enough to take a trip to Malta, land of my grandfather's birth and burying place of other in-law relatives. It's not an easy place to get to, but my heart has wanted to go there for years. It's the fabulous history. Millenia of history. Footprints of travellers from centuries back. The…

Now is the Summer of our Discontent


Made impossible torment by this fog of humidity And all the clouds upon the horizon looming Lessen not the damp through lightning or storming Now our brows are laced with gobs of sweat Our pale-white arms hidden from the sun as we search for coolth And fierce horns presage the coming of ships Shrouded in…

It’s Evening. . .


Of a foggy foggy day, filled with grey skies so low and looming that one could easily slip away in them, vanish like the ferry as it skims to and fro. The fog has finally cleared and the reflection of the lights on the water seems oddly bright. Even the ferry lights seem shinier than usual,…

Jumping from here to there, or why I am still Anne of Green Gables in my heart


Sometimes I wish I hadn't read Anne of Green Gables. Not that I necessarily believe in her character, but I seem to be as restless as she is. My kids think it's because I'm unhappy. I'm not unhappy. Clinically depressed, yes, but not unhappy! With good medication, I can laugh and create and live and…

On geese, and horrible people, and fear for the future


I'm not ordinarily an anxious person. Life flows by and stuff happens and it bothers me, but I don't usually have the sense of creeping dread that envelops me now. It seems like human beings are losing their compass if indeed we ever had one.  Of course, there is the madness south of our Canadian…

Fireworks


I'm feeling a little misty-eyed lately over my ratbag children. It's the season of fireworks and where I'm living we've already had four nights of them, and another one tonight. It's Natal Day weekend in Nova Scotia, an event celebrated with even more enthusiasm than Canada Day. This surprised me the first year I was…

On being ravished, or why the Iceland Writers Retreat is simply perfect


And now for the other side of the story, and why it is so likely that I will be going to the IWR again. It's hard to encapsulate this event. To say it was life-changing sounds trite and overblown, but it was so for me. When I went, it was with a mind set of…

Iceland, oh Iceland


Creator of dreams, breaker of hearts, manufacturer of myths... I was prepared to love Iceland. I'd planned for it, I'd dreamed of it, I'd read all the myths and the writer Halldor Laxness. I'd read mysteries great and small. Okay, I admit it, I'd wallowed. It's hard for any location to live up to those expectations.…

FREAKING OUT


Well, that has to be said in all caps. no? I am scurrying about mentally. What the Buddhists say about "monkey mind" - well, I'm waaaaay past that. I am German Tanzmaus scurrying... https://youtu.be/hmMfAvxyBh4 We saw these guys in a pet store in Germany and they actually never stop. I figure I have about three of…

Hot Milky Tea


I've been feeling so unsettled lately. The horror of DT's first month reminds me of those other DTs - not that I've had them, mind you, but I've seen people in the throes of delirium tremens and it isn't pretty. I'm kind hoping that some of the people who voted the way they did are…