It’s two months today since the moving company came and packed into their van all that I was bringing from my Vancouver home to my new, old, Nova Scotian home. And it’s five weeks today since I wrote here. Sometimes, in these transitional seasons, I struggle to string together meaningful
This month, instead of biking the streets and trails of Vancouver’s temperate rain forest, I’ve been walking the paths and neighborhoods of Dartmouth and Hubley. Here in Canada’s east, I’ve traded Vancouver’s grey skies and rain for bright sun and snow and wind that bites my cheeks. Here, streams and
Last Friday, just as the sun was rising, I walked along the Vancouver seawall, praying my grief over leaving and my gratitude for the richness of these past sixteen years. At that hour the next morning, I’d be at the airport, waiting for the flight to take me back to
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