Marc Alan Di Martino There are still birds, still things coming to life in unexpected ways. Still nights and days. Nocturnal, diurnal....

I’ve been going to the same green grocer on my street for 13 years. It’s a lovely family-run business with fresh produce, the best...

Salt Take with a pinch of Fish Not enough sense to pound Of the earth And pepper In my wounds Worth your Covenant of Water photo: Judi...

My dear friend and yoga instructor said it in class one morning and it's been with me ever since: Stillness between two waves of the sea...

The teens are all back at school but autumn routines haven't taken hold. It still feels like summer. There’s sweet green grass and bees...

Last month, I hosted the first Still retreat weekend for seven smart, funny and kind women along the shores of peaceful Lac Clermoustier....

Snuggery Cove, Port Renfrew, BC Last weekend, I visited my oldest son who's studying at UBC. For a little Thanksgiving road trip, we...

Family members recall things differently. Even major events. Reminiscing can be fun but challenging. It takes a few people to fill in the...

I heard an intriguing phrase the other day - ligne de désir or desire line. Apparently it’s a concept in landscape architecture. Think of...

Since I was 10, I've written short stories, novels, screenplays, poetry. I have a Google drive full of drafts, half-written manuscripts...

I've been a full-time working mom for nearly 20 years. I've volunteered for school fundraisers, organized neighbourhood street parties,...

Let it leave your lips escape aloud rise up, push through throat, teeth, tongue pause at the ends of words make two meanings new when...

Last fall, I had the pleasure of taking Heather Plett's online course "The Art of Holding Space". In it, Heather shared how her friend...