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Where Unicorns

For the Anglo-Saxons, October was known as Winterfylleth, because at this full moon (fylleth) winter was supposed to begin. October’s birthstones are the tourmaline and the opal, its birth flower the calendula. The first Thursday of the month is National … Continue reading

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Ottawa to Victoria

It’s the season for crossing the country from one side to the other to visit family. Always special times, no matter whether it’s just to sit and gab or for a wedding! These occasions are special, and we record them … Continue reading

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He Married

This month, whose birth flowers are rose and honeysuckle, tends to be a time of weddings, in churches, balloons, on mountain tops, or sports fields … i.e. often in strange places. Customs vary and people add their own twist to … Continue reading

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Listening

The sound of a passing train is urgent music. It calls us to dream of far away places, Vienna, Dar-es-Salaam, Lima … to make a change, to take a leap into the unknown … LISTENING heard a train felt its … Continue reading

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Advent Journey

Advent is, for me, a time of inward looking, not just shopping and decorating, but checking on my inward state of being. Am I in touch with my deepest thoughts and feelings? Do I have any idea of where I’m … Continue reading

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A Litter of Roads

The Anglo-Saxons called this month Gerstmonath, barley month, that being the crop usually harvested at this time. There are two special days to celebrate: Sept.13 is International Chocolate Day and Sept.16 International Day for the Preservation of the Ozone Layer. … Continue reading

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In My Atlas

A bird’s or a child’s view of the landscape can be so different from what the map shows, or our own limited view … IN MY ATLAS the twisted grin of a rural road                                 seen by a crow on its … Continue reading

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