Once the weather turns in spring, it’s as if trees, knowing the growing season in Saskatchewan is relatively short, kick into high gear. The increase in growth from day to day everywhere I look astounds me. Everywhere I see greening. Lately, I’ve been thinking about cycles and how they order our lives. The turning of…
Canadians have elected a new Prime Minister. I’m not going to comment on the results of yesterday’s election. The man who will represent our home and native land, and the party he represents, is not the point of this post. (I’m tapping out these words on Monday afternoon. The results haven’t started coming in yet,…
Early this year, I wrote an intention in my notebook: set aside time and space each quarter for retreat. My desire sprang from three days in which my husband was away, and that I spent in silence and solitude at home reading the mystics, praying, getting grounded, and just being. Having no clear picture of…
Two mornings ago, the power surged when I was in the bathroom performing my morning routine, disrupting the on-off light schedule on the hydroponic garden on my kitchen countertop. Molly and I use that light to inform our rising every morning. She usually wakes first when the light goes on at 4:30 a.m., then lets…
It is 22 degrees Celsius in our backyard (that’s 72 degree Fahrenheit for my friends in the United States), the warmest day so far this year. The gardening bug nipped me when I discovered that the soil in the raised gardens is workable, and I set to work drafting a plan for the nine beds….
Arousal. That’s the term used to describe waking up from a period of hibernation. Here in Saskatchewan, we’re all experiencing arousal after a long, harsh winter spent hunkering down. Gerry, Molly, and I are just back from a short walk in the Wakamow Valley where it’s wet and muddy and the last of the ice…