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...
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...
Gifts at the Centre

Something Beautiful

“That September pairing of purple and gold is lived reciprocity; its wisdom is that the beauty of one is illuminated by the radiance of the other… When I am in their presence, their beauty asks me for reciprocity, to be the complementary color, to make...