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    • Cherries From Long Ago

      Micro-version: Pretend tea is served in tiny cups to children sitting on a perfect lawn. Cherries fall, while frills and ribbons sadly give way to realization. Ants and wasps go about their insect business. My grandfather had a perfect lawn, emerald green and soft like the fur of a cool animal. As children, we were to avoid playing on the lawn. We had the alleyway, and the scrubby grass that

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    • Maintaining Mindfulness in the Digital Fast Lane

      Delighted to introduce you to the first article in my new column #Untrending, published biweekly in the Maple Ridge News. In my recent book, #Untrending – A Field Guide to Social Media That Matters, I talk about social media as a doorway to meaning, contribution, beauty and truth. Tall talk, I know, but aimed at challenging us to take a long view of our online engagements and consider each

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      19

      FREE E-Course: Find Your Business Bliss

      We are SO excited to announce that ongoing registration is open for our FREE online course, "Find Your Business Bliss"

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      Sep

      29

      Loon Lake Writing Retreat

      This 3 day retreat will include guided writing sessions as well as some creative exploration. Shared accommodation, meals and guided sessions included. 

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    • Cherries From Long Ago

      Micro-version: Pretend tea is served in tiny cups to children sitting on a perfect lawn. Cherries fall, while frills and ribbons sadly give way to realization. Ants and wasps go about their insect business. My grandfather had a perfect lawn, emerald green and soft like the fur of a cool animal. As children, we were to avoid playing on the lawn. We had the alleyway, and the scrubby grass that

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      What really keeps us awake at night.

      Micro-version: In which three lie awake all night pondering flower nomenclature, while a brown dog dreams. Two 1960's folk singers make a brief appearance. Thankfully, puzzled ghosts are soothed by song. It is not a duet. The long night. I have made a sleeping nest beside our bed. I have two green blankets, a white bed pillow, and a small yellow one, too. I am not sure why I am driven to

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      Lupines and Other Sorrows

      Micro-Version: A threat of bombs averted, sorrow miners light their lamps, following the tracks of a tidily dressed six-year old.  They find no shortcuts. Meanwhile, the earth revolves around the sun sixty times and lupines bloom, right on cue. The Long Road: It is the summer of my fifty-ninth year. Soon, my friends who haven’t already will turn 59, too. Others are farther ahead on the

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      Small Doves and Cowboy Poems

      Micro-version: Cowboys, cicadas, toads and a small dove ride across the page. Writers write. Bugs sing. Cattle graze. Clouds contribute to geographic identity while the sun shines, impervious, in the Arizona sky. Long Version: I am reading a series of essays set largely in the Santa Maria mountains of Arizona. The author, Amy Hale Auker, is a cowboy and her essays are like bright stones

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      Butterflies and Bouncing Balls

      Micro-Version: A traveler's tale in which a windy lake and winding trails conjure up the past. Follow we must. Creaky bellmen carry the suitcases. Aging ferns and mosses keep guilty secrets, and butterflies jauntily ignore all. Long Version: She remembers a time she came here almost thirty years ago when the freshness of recovery was still upon her. The mission was to complete

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      The Holiness of Strawberries

      Micro-Version: A church barges its way across the Fraser River, ghosts intact, while the Ladies Guild dines on strawberries and cream. A yogi appears, along with a swallow. Enlightenment is elusive. Still, a seeker seeks. Long-form version: There is a historic church in the town I live in. It is the oldest wooden church in British Columbia and it is here where we set our scene. The

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