Getting off the ferry at Salt Spring for the first time was like walking into a scene from National Geographic. Tall trees, mountains, ocean vistas, harbour seals, and eagles calling out overhead—it was hard to take it all in at…
This is a follow-up to a previous post, “Your Brokenness is Beautiful” Thank you all for keeping the bald eagle alive in your hearts these past weeks. I know it made a difference. I know he felt it. So…
Lately it seems everyone’s talking about vulnerability, authenticity, and the power of speaking our truth. For those of us who have been craving the real deal, it’s like a dark heavy blanket is finally being lifted. It’s…
A couple days ago a badly injured bald eagle dropped from the sky outside my cottage while my dogs and I were relaxing in the sun. Immobilized but very much alive, his intense eyes warned us away as he struggled…
I’m 45 years old today and it feels good. I don’t need to say “45 years young”–because old is not a dirty word. Old or young, middle-aged or ancient, a number can’t define me, break me, or create me. I…