STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky

Late spring evening, a thousand turnstones sing across the harbour on what we mamalthni* call Neilsen Island . The First Peoples of this lan...

  Is this shame I feel, when spring comes, as faithful as ever, small green things poking up? The familiar miracle, even though we've no...

  Oh, wild, untamed and glorious coastal beaches of Clayoquot Sound, you sang a siren song to me for years before I journeyed here, long b...

  She was a reluctant hero, emerging from the fog of trauma into the light of the new day she would create herself. It is peculiar, looking ...

I'm standing on the rim of the world, at the far edge of far, next stop Japan. I am thinking of you. The news is bad. It is very bad. Bu...

  They tell us to regret nothing, all those sad and terrible times, when life was so much harsher than your dreams, and you spun in circles,...

  The nature spirits worked with me in my garden. As I crawled up and down the rows, weeding, fat brown rabbit hopping along beside me, nibb...