“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” — Virginia Woolf
WHEN REPAIRING THE WORLD IS A TOUGH PROPOSITION, BE THANKFUL FOR MINOR DOMESTIC TRIUMPHS -- During COVID (with the help of several Youtube videos), I took apart my broken dishwasher and put the million pieces back together. It lasted several years. Last night I hosted seven women for dinner and after stashing all the dirty… Continue reading A Spanner In the Works
An almost perfect day unfolds one moment after another.
Our summer and fall have been especially beautiful in the capital city of Alberta, Edmonton. Summer days are warm or cool - not sweltering as they have been elsewhere.This September, the days are balmy. The garden blooms in late-summer nearing autumnal madness. The nights grow cooler reminding us of change. And today, the autumnal equinox announces our mid-point. A time of reassessment for some. A moment to rebalance for others. ...I am thinking with admiration of my brother who called yesterday to say he was in the hospital mending his heart.
A New Class I have a new class beginning in January at the Strathcona Community League Tuesdays from 10-11:15am MST for 8 weeks from Jan 7 - Feb 20. Register here. My ongoing Saturday morning class 9:15-10:30 at the Westwood Unitarian Congregation is attended by a wonderful group of students. Join us any Saturday at… Continue reading I feel so fortunate to be able to teach yoga into my seventies. It brings me joy.
July 3, 2024 Arrived at my mother’s farm for a visit. The landscape a balm. The inner landscape less optimistic. The words come in repetitive echoes of regret or tentative storying about mysterious figures and bleak recognition. July 4, 2022 My misery is recorded above after a 12-hour car-plane-train-train-bus-car trip that ended in Ontario humid… Continue reading A Visit To My Mother’s Farm
Bring a yoga mat! Look forward to seeing you if you are in available and nearby.
No Gate No Lock 