I can’t remember seeing a Buddha’s Hand when we were in Bhutan. Or in Bangkok. Not in Japan either. Nor do I remember noticing any in California. Where I have found lots of them is at Whole Foods in Vancouver. Believe me, they’re worth searching for.
Across the street from us is the Maritime Museum. Thanks to its harbour master, for the first time in the twenty years we’ve lived here the boats moored at its dock have been lit up for the holidays. Sparkling nightly, these lights and the Christmas trees across English Bay inspired Magellan’s photos and my poem.
In this season, in the silence of night, who among us doesn’t pause, rewinding time back to childhood on Christmas Day? Among those memories, there’s often a grandmother. In my case, Grandma Danchuk. Alice. Born 110 years ago, on Christmas Day in 1908.
One of our best experiences this year was on the OceanLight II in the remote Gwaii Haanas (the southern part of what used to be called the Queen Charlotte Islands). Onboard was a crew of three: Captain Tom; first mate Jennifer; and cook Luise. And four jubilado couples: Stewart, the eldest, and Denise; George (a […]
It takes backbone to sue the Trump Administration. Especially if you’re women. And you own a restaurant in Boulder, Utah, one of the most remote areas of the US, elevation ~7,000 feet, population ~ 180 people. Where the geology’s so rugged that early explorers declared “no animal without wings could cross it.” When the […]