- Pouring rain in Toronto this early morning. Was really heavy last night. Up at sparrow fart today to head all the way to Anchorage. #
- Travel blows my mind: from a humid rainy early morning in Toronto to a calm afternoon by the glassy waters of Cook Inlet, Alaska. #
- Layers upon layers of stillness. The smooth grey of Cook Inlet beneath the smooth grey blanket of morning cloud. #
- Art of Hosting on Bowen Island, BC, Canada Oct 3-6, 2010. Join us and pass on the invite…you don't want to miss it! http://bit.ly/dd7VQo #
- Stunning moonset this morning. Pink full moon dipping into the sea. It's a clear morning in Anchorage. Off to Dutch Harbor this afternoon. #
- About to board a little Saab turbo prop for Dutch Harbor in the Aleutian Islands. Cross another item off the bucket list! #
- Low clouds and fog soften the sharp peaks of Unalaska . Soft rain on the waters of Dutch Harbor and cool midnight air through my window. #
- A long dark grey dawn breaking in the Aleutians. Low cloud is thinking about lifting and revealing the breathtaking beauty of these islands. #
- Back in Anchorage for the night. The Aleutians already seem like a dream to me now. #
- Nuthatches, juncos, crickets and the sound of the wake of the 630 ferry washing on Pebbly Beach. I must be finally back home. #
- My fingers are sore…practicing for a little set of songs at BowFest tomorrow:, our annual Bowen Island festival. See you there! #
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- Humid air full of cicada song, crickets and the slow drawl of tires on gravel roads. Ontario summer rural. #
- Pink thunder heads full of lightning rising out of the twilight. Ringed by storms on an evening swim in the clear waters of Georgian Bay. #
- Humidity broken, crisp clear Beaver Valley summer air. Now is the time the local apples take in their sweetness. #
- COME ON YOU SPURS!!! that is all… #coys #
- The hush of wind in the poplars and a mourning dove. Sometimes Victorian Ontario awakens to the present. #
- Off to Peterborough today for more sister wedding celebrations. Staying at Best West till Saturday. #
- In a commonplace situation, in an inappropriate hour, do we pay attention to beauty? Google Joshua Bell and subway. #
- A week of wedding festivities draws to a close. Off to Toronto today and thence to work in Alaska. #
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- The cloud lingers and only the call of ravens rattles through the trees. Thirsty earth has drunk deeply of the rain. Stewards celebrate. #
- From a hotel parking lot near the Toronto airport there is no chance for the Perseids. #
- Sitting in the cool shade of an Ontario walnut forest. Blue jays and goldfinches. The soundtrack of my childhood summers. #
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- Clouds moved and a few thunderclaps sounded last night. No rain and the cooler air smells of dust. #
- The swainsons thrushes have stopped their evening chorus. The year makes a subtle turn. #
- Citrine sun hanging in a smoky sky. Distant fires mute the sharp colours of clarity. #
- Please consider joining us on beautiful Bowen Island, BC, Canada for an Art of Hosting retreat October 3-6, 2010. Info: http://bit.ly/dd7VQo #
- Updated my facilitation resources page: http://bit.ly/1BF6WH #
- Awoke to thunder in the Sound and a pale rose dawn. Warriors of the heart arise! #
- A cold front moved in. Cloud. A little rain. The darker elements of life itself. #
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- The world is in a still meditation this morning. The only movement is the nervous thought of woodpeckers drumming clarity on the firs. #
- It's very hard to sleep out on the deck with the moon doing its bright shiny thing. (small quibbles with the beauty of night!) #
- RT @tjbuffoonery: "I have a friend who can't get back on his facebook page… for over a week…any advice?" Yeah congratulate him, says I! #
- It is still still. #
- One day is another day. The sky remains cloudless. #
- Spurs looking paralysed by Villareal's possession game. Hutton… ack! #coys #
- Bring Bale in please…#coys #
- This is much better from Spurs…#coys #
- Fog above the sea this morning even wrapping the top of Apodaca ridge. It'll burn of by noon. #
- Woodpeckers drumming on the firs this morning and the hollow pulses rang through the forest. #