Category Archives: organized bohemian

Thoughts about doing.

A Discreet Pollinator: The Western Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly

Spellbound, that’s the word. I can’t stop staring, it’s so perfect. I watch the butterfly perch on the pink phlox on a beautiful Friday in July. On the phlox that I had planted and nurtured for the past year. I … Continue reading

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Milling About at the Richmond Night Market

I imagine this market is in a bustling Asian city, like Bangkok, where a cacophony of sights and sounds greet me. But instead, I find myself in a venue for food and fun in the middle of a parking lot … Continue reading

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Growing Tulips

Life happens before my eyes. The colour, smell, shape – a flourishing flower, carries an elegance and beauty, which turns me into a magician instead of just a gardener. A cold, damp spring delays your appearance. I watch you grow, … Continue reading

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Cuba is…(cont’d)

Cienfuegos is… Magda, Nestor, Nestor Jr., Anna, Asniel (taxi driver), Alexis (horse & carriage driver) along with the waiter (at Te Quedaras) who gave me the blue linen napkins because I said I liked them. Travel opens you up to … Continue reading

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Cuba is…

south of the Tropic of Cancer, hugging the Straits of Florida, Gulf of Mexico and Caribbean Sea… an island pulsing with potential. An era of entrepreneurism is in the air – like Airbnb, which connected us with accommodations throughout the … Continue reading

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Early Morning Hike on the Skookumchuck Trail

skookum = water             chuck= flows ‘where the rapid water flows’ A 3-hour round-trip hike through the sword fern-black slug laden path – an early morning hike takes us past Brown Lake. All is quiet. We are alone. I look … Continue reading

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Writing is Thinking

Thinking is the hardest work there is, which is probably the reason why so few engage in it.   Henry Ford Finishing my second book, Budding Iris, I realize that writing has taught me to think. The act of writing for … Continue reading

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