Waiting For Our Soul To Catch Up – What’s The Rush?

“An explorer, a white man, anxious to reach his destination in the heart ofAfrica , promised an extra payment to his bearers if they would make greater speed. For several days, the bearers moved along at a faster pace. One afternoon, though, they all suddenly put down their burden and sat on the ground. No…

The Gift Of Fishy Art

Not every day one gets the opportunity to buy a painting based on one of your own photos, one with your son in the scene. The painting arrived today and it is now on my wall. A real gift. I snapped this photo in the fall of 2016 while fishing eels, just at sunrise, on…

The Shining Sea

“Fish,” he said softly, aloud, “I’ll stay with you until I am dead.”  (Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea) Well, there she goes – the boat that is. There she blows – the North East wind.  So not able to take the boat for a test run to see how the new engine…

The Hiking Holy Grail

“A hiking Holy Grail.” Craig & Kathy Copeland. About the East Coast Trail NFLD By CNN Travel, the East Coast Trail (ECT) is rated in the top ten list of best secluded hikes. Today I was going over my trail maps for the ETC. I am getting excited. No wonder, when you consider this high praise. “The…

A Wild Flower From A Book

“I tried learning my wild flowers from books. The pictures are sterile and out of context.” (David Miller. AWOL On The Appalachian Trail) I could apply this thought to other subjects also. Guttenbergers think books are the only way to gain knowledge and understanding. We forget that the majority of the planet learns by conversation,…

Toss As Much As You Can – Advice From The Fisherman’s Shanty 

​”Their heart grew cold -they let their wings down.” (Sappho. If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho) Toss it out, give it away, purge it all. That is another phase of coming back to Canada. We live so very simply in Mali, a place sparsely furnished with very simple and economically made local furnishings. I come…

Motorcycle Mama is Running With The EEL Man

I unleashed the beast….. in a woman. Lynn has been entertaining the idea of learning to ride a motorcycle for a few years. She has been dragging her heals about it. Suzuki had a very reasonably priced bike come to market in Canada for 2017. It is a full size frame bike, weighing in at…

Intersecting Trails and Communion In The Forest

“I also know that my watch moves more slowly when I am on foot. Walking affects not just space and distance but also time itself. In our high-speed way of living – which we intriguingly call ‘driven’ – we miss many things.” (Arthur Paul Boers. The Way is Made by Walking) The weather was awesome…

Me Nerves Are Rubbed Right Raw – Yarns From The Fisherman’s Shanty 

​The first day that I began hiking the Bruce Trail, the route was enormously rewarding and the scenery breathtaking. Large, old trees powered overhead. I marveled at gargantuan limestone boulders that threatend to break off and plummet down high cliffs. I was awed by lovely glades. What struck me even more than the beauty of…

Hiking The East Coast Trail in Newfoundland Part 2 – No Picnic.

“Those who do not move, do not notice their chains.” (Rosa Luxemburg) Just in case you think this 320 km hike is a cake walk. Read the experiece of these two women.  It seems the weather turned ugly on them and it rapidly transformed there thru-hiking trip into a monumental challenge.  “So You Want To…

Who Cares About Your Questions and Your Cancer?

“Someone thinks you are wonderfully mysterious.” (Statement in my fortune cookie today.) “I have yet to have any human confirm this,” I wrote on social media. I recieved the following replies. “Someone stole the Count’s fortune cookie, I think.”, Sister-in-Law.  “Or possibly the Lucky Charms guy. No, wait, that’s “magically delicious.” Which I’m pretty sure…

The Human Struggle From Both Sides

What a morning… We are back into the swing of Canada. Well, kind of, in a reluctant way. Lynn started back to work at her Canadian job this morning. She was up at 4:45 and off by 5:30 AM for her commute to work.  I slipped over to the workshop to light the wood stove,…