I’m at an Open Space conference in Grande Ronde, Oregon which is a summit of Tribal leaders and federal government agencies from around the Pacific Northwest of the USA, and Alaska. The subject of the meeting is improving relations around environmental issues. As we were wrapping up our action planning session this morning, a young man walked into the room who I hadn’t yet met. He apologized for being late. He got delayed on the way in. “No problem,” I said. “What was the delay all about?” “Oh, I live near Nome Alaska and we were out hunting. Got a …
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It sometimes boggles my mind, how easy it actually is to cross an entire continent. Yesterday I woke up at 6am in the Beaver Valley, on the shores of Georgian Bay in Ontario where a beautiful crisp spring day greeted me. I set off to Toronto, now knowing what condistions the roasd were in on the high country between Lake Huron and Lake Ontario. In between thos Great Lakes is the Niagara Escarpment and the oak Ridges Moraine, two incredible heights of land that received a lat winter beating this week from a cold front that scoured the whole area. …
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An incredible trip to Ireland and England with my dad, and yesterday I have returned home. We were in The Burren in Co. Clare for an Art of Hosting and then my dad and I drove to Armagh to see the house his great grandfather was born in. Along the way we met some distant cousins, found the graves of our ancestors and drove through the landscape of our history. Afterwards we went to Engalnd and stayed with friends in Hertfordshire where we lived 30 years ago. Met up with some old school mates, saw Spurs play a dreadful draw …
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Long week here in Calgary and happy to be finally homeward bound. Starting with a quick flight over the mountains to Vancouver, train downtown, cab to Horseshoe Bay, followed by a ferry ride to Bowen and a quick ride home.
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A poem from my travels this week in Calgary What we were trying not to see Behind us a cloud rimmed By the electric light of a prairie spring’s Sharp sunset casts a glow On the towers downtown. In that moment of reflection A small truck carrying a small boat Bolts over the Louise Bridge Takes a hard right on Memorial Drive And stops by the new sculpture Full of quotes about war and loss. “they’ve been pulling bodies from the Bow” My companion says and I peer into What little I can see of the churning Waters below, wondering …