Originally posted on Invisible Horse:
This time of year is the hardest, when the skies hardly ever seem to be anything but grey, and the drab dullness of wet woods and sodden fields is only occasionally lifted into life by the sudden brief appearance of the sun. I’d been yearning for colour so badly that…
Still I have the warmth of the sun within me tonight. – The Beach Boys Tonight, the weather forecast is the same no matter where I look. The Weather Network has the most dire prediction – an overnight low of -31C, the wind making it feel like -38 . Environment Canada is marginally more optimistic, calling for …
Cozy. I wonder what chance meeting inspired this word to skate over from the Norwegian kos seg and cuddlle down at the hearth of 18th century Scots, where it felt so comfy, it decided to stay and change its name to colsie. Could it have been an invitation from one trader to another to enjoy the …
From time to time, I’ve slipped the surly bonds¹ of prairie winter and booked a tropical vacation. In 2010, my husband and I celebrated my newly-awarded doctoral degree, dipping our toes into St. Lucia’s white sands and turqoise surf. Last year, our Save-on-More grocery points bought us two tickets to Mazatlan, where we ambled along …
This is the second in a series of posts by Christie Robertson, who is preparing to welcome her first child in April. This month, we join Christie and her dog Molly on a learning journey they took together, and see how it helped to inform Christie’s ideas about asking for parenting advice. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Molly, no. …
Studies of elevator behaviour are well-known: everyone faces the doors, looking up at the floor indicator or the side panel buttons. People pull in their elbows or clasp their hands in front of them, talking little, if at all. If you were an undergraduate sociology student, you may have been asked to interrupt those behavioral …
“Hey, good morning!” says my neighbor as we get near enough to recognize each other on the dark sidewalk. His wagging, grinning Setters strain towards me on their leashes. “Great weather for a change, eh? People are just gophering up all over the place!” He’s right. In November and December. the bully weather gods were particularly …
Boreal Electro Acoustic Music Society (BEAMS). Saxophone, clarinet, violin. Theremin. Synthesizers. Musicians sit, poised, facing Metro‘s dark screen. What will they see? John Osborne – scientist, researcher, artist, father of films- queues 14 of his children. Their music is silenced. Tonight, they meet the players of BEAMS, talking only through color and image, movement and shape. Audience settles, …
It’s a new year, and there’s a new voice in the Magpie nest. I’m pleased to introduce my friend and colleague, Christie Robertson, who will be sharing her thoughts and adventures as she prepares for the mother of all learning journeys: parenthood. Watch for Christie’s posts once a month until April, when her baby arrives. …
2014 is nine hours old. I close the bedroom door to let my husband sleep a little more, pad out to the kitchen in my robe and slippers, and lift down the 2013 calendar from its hook. I plug in the Christmas tree lights, probably for the last time, and settle into my reclining chair …
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