The last Happy Monk bake day, September 20, was two days after the Harvest Moon, the last full moon before the Autumn equinox. I missed it! I was oblivious! Instead, shaping loaves, mixing the next day’s sourdough, cleaning out the dough bins.
But when I looked up at the moon at 4 a.m. that morning, it sure looked like something special.… Continue reading
In Boundary Pass, 300 yards offshore from our prow on South Pender, there is a pleasure craft that appears to be adrift. Its engine is off, its bow is pointed west, but it drifts slowly east. Backwards. Have the occupants inside fallen asleep?
Does anyone care?
It’s mid-afternoon. It’s warm, the air is still.… Continue reading
It was strange to find myself on the beach this past Sunday amid news of an assassination attempt on the ex-president south of the border. I was about to go for a swim in the frigid waters of Boundary Pass, looking across to Stuart Island and the U.S.… Continue reading
Odin, the great Norse God, is often portrayed in art with two ravens perched on his shoulders. Huginn and Muninn, they were called. Odin had given them the ability to speak, so they flew around the world each day, returned in the evening, and told Odin what they saw.… Continue reading
Driving through “The Dip” brings back vivid memories of my first job out of high school. I set chokers for a small logging contract company outside Ucluelet on Vancouver Island. I was a “wet-behind-the-ears” homesick 17-year-old.
The scene at the Dip reminds me of that time: the amputated trees, the twisted stumps, the loose, disrupted earth ravaged by logs hauled over the ground, large rocks tipped over, and exposed cliff faces that were once obscured by proud standing trees.… Continue reading