Old Oak Calls

Old Oak Calls

Winter fog blurring the hills and lingering over the lake, fresh snow dusting the trees, a Celtic-feeling morning; it could be any time, ancient or unfolding now. The night-before-dream stirred, not in sound or image but in sensation Old Oak murmuring. Yes, I say. And...
Such Great Hope is Spring

Such Great Hope is Spring

Guest Post by Linda Atkinson Linda Atkinson lives in Hardwood Lands, Nova Scotia. From her home there, and influenced by her years as a camping enthusiast and recreation professional, she enjoys observing and playing in the natural world. Late last spring, from my...
Stroll for Your Soul

Stroll for Your Soul

There are over 400 Strollers in the 2016 Stroll for Your Soul. We are from far and near, and of all ages. WEEK THREE – a gallery of photos shared WEEK TWO Elsie MacDonald offers her reflection on Week Two: “Just a few thoughts about these past strolling...
Poetry & Presence: Spring

Poetry & Presence: Spring

Spring Carol Steel Snow pulls your cedar fence apart, pushes it slant. Crossbars slump into symbols for “less than.” Winter loosens its hold, sinks into flood, rushes the downward slope to the river. A red ribbon rides the melt, dangles on the lip of the...
Art: Healing and Peace

Art: Healing and Peace

Anne Camozzi was a guest at QUESTS, the Prayer Bench monthly newsletter. It was a delight to visit with this Nova Scotia artist and experience her paintings on silk. Meeting each painting is an experience, bringing wonder to the eye and sparking delight in the heart....

It Belonged

Here is a poem written by my friend, Linda Foy. Linda is a Quaker and lives in Sackville, New Brunswick. As you read receive words that open your heart. It belonged All the wooden rails in the new fence were straight, save one. That one had the most impressive and...

One Way of Seeing

This is the time of year to travel through the Cobequid Pass. Marilyn and I enjoyed the patches of beauty as they appeared before our eyes. Here a crimson delight. There a carpet of colour. At one vista where you overlook trees for miles and miles (for...