It’s hot. Humid. My face was bright red and beaded with sweat when I came back from my errand at the edge of town. I had to walk further than I had planned because the first bridge across the canal was closed at both entrances—I had to take the second bridge and walk back to the stationery store via the tourist stalls.

I’ve cooled off now. And the Frappe Nutella will cool me even more. I’m in Zihuatanejo, Guerrero State, Mexico.

Café Caracol has three small tables, each with two ladder read more

I remember how it was as though it was yesterday: My shadow is long as it stretches over the sand. It’s early morning. The chairs and chaise longues are not out on the sand yet.

Waves come in, washing away sand and leaves and bubbles left by the previous wave. My shadow stretches ahead over the sand, long and lean.

The dog approaches. He stands in the waves. Then he jumps this way and that.

Where’s his owner? I look around. No one is paying him any attention.

No collar.

He comes closer. He’s read more

It’s early March. Our friends emailed that they’d cancelled their flight to Toronto scheduled for April.

I stood behind someone in the pharmacy who had bought about twenty bottles of hand sanitizer.

Christian went out and bought us masks (expensive ones) and disinfecting wipes.

We didn’t use the masks; hardly anyone in the airport had them on. But the minute we reached our seats in the airplane, we pulled out the wipes and started wiping down the arm rests, the tray table (open and shut), the read more

While I was getting Legacy of Trees ready for editing prior to reaching out to traditional publishers, I asked my friends how they felt about trees. Here is what my friend Gail Brown had to say. She used to live in Vancouver’s West End, near Stanley Park, as I still do.

Motivation to walk for physical fitness became walks for my mental and emotional well-being. I thrived on those trails where I was surrounded and embraced by trees. Huge trees, small trees, big bushy trees, sculpted trees, read more

Writing a book starts with making two decisions.

First decision: I’m going to write a book.

Second decision: At the moment, I don’t know what I’m going to write about and I am ready to receive ideas for my book.

At that moment, our mind, which connects our human brain with our spiritual Self, turns the dial to “ready to receive.” Then we can get on with our day, carrying water, chopping wood.

At some moment, usually when we least expect it and our human brain (our read more