Wind-ruffled Northern Yellow-shafted Flicker #birds

“I was hiking alone, which I often do, which I always enjoy. But today … today, I wanted a snowball fight. And you can’t have a snowball fight alone.” ❄️😉 A winter story to warm your heart by Melinda Brasher in @short-reads.org. www.short-reads.org/to-the-young...

Scotland based UK artist Joan Eardley (1921 – 1963) painting 'Winter Sea' in 1960 #WomensArt

Good morning, Vancouver.

A SOLSTICE ANALEMMA: Italian photographer Paolo Bardelli stitched together 48 pictures spanning 12 months to reveal the analemma over Lake Varese. spaceweathergallery2.com/indiv_upload... spaceweather.com

My friends…on this winter solstice eve, in this moment, the world has been made right again. ✨

Should I return to the bakery tomorrow, and spring for the pastry that I foolishly did not buy?

My son Steven, when he was here on earth, and as I like to think of him now, in his other life: climbing rocks in wild places, letting waterfalls rush his skin, so full of wonder and fully alive.✨💚

✨A new episode has arrived!✨ Where does the Time Pirate go on a Friday night? Why, her favorite place, of course! Watch ‘Episode 3: Le Buffle of ‘The Time Pirate Who Waits Ashore’ to find out more. 🕰️ youtu.be/i8sXqjaTDJo #thetimepiratewhowaitsashore

I stumbled onto a small herd of Icelandic ponies near Gimli yesterday. They were a bit far from the road and the weather was nasty, but I managed to capture this lovely moment.

Oh my gosh, I cannot put this book down!😮 #booksky #memoir #ohmyheart

A cozy night for Lohikeitto (Finnish salmon soup).

Another snow day❄️❄️❄️

thin ice - I hear my other life #haiku #poetry

On the quiet season.🌌 Thank you to The Listening Eye for publishing this in their 2024-2025 Health Issue. www.kent.edu/listeningeye

On the quiet season.🌌 Thank you to The Listening Eye for publishing this in their 2024-2025 Health Issue. www.kent.edu/listeningeye

Everything had been donated to the animal shelter months ago. I was doing okay until I found my sweet girl’s holiday collar in the Christmas box. 🥺❤️

Incredibly delighted to receive this gorgeous handmade art in the mail today, as part of the second prize package! Every envelope and enclosure was decorated with care and love. I could not ask for a better home for my haiku poem. 🌸

My best friend visited and fell in love with Nova Scotia. Her retirement dream is to drive across Canada and explore the Maritimes. I made her this gift to keep her dreams in sight. ♥️

Words to enfold and warm you, from the storytelling hearth of Melissa. ✨

Proof copy is here, and she’s lovely, so let this be a little reminder that MORE FLOWERS is out with @triohousepress.org in less than 3 months! You can pre-order at the link in the replies or wherever books are sold! Here’s to more poetry and more flowers! 🌺🌸🌼

Went thrifting and found this vintage reindeer for an ornament exchange next month…but now I am attached, and must go thrifting again. 💛

Surprised and deeply honoured to have my haiku selected by the judges for second prize in this year’s Tokutomi Memorial Contest! 🌸🌸🌸 yths.org/2025-tokutom...

Peace, joy, love, beauty. ✨

Yesterday we adopted this sweet senior pup from the city shelter. His first 10 years are a mystery. He spent time as a stray, until a kind person brought him for help. Shelter staff gave him medical & dental care, a warm bed, a bath, and a full belly. He’s a total love bug! We named him Lucky.🐞❤️

I would love to read this in 2027! (and it may be the submission call that inspires me to write again, after a very long hiatus.) 🪺

Found inside a free little library, a fortune from a jar called “Good for a Note.” 🩵

Dappled Light - by American artist, Kathleen Dunphy, who captures so beautifully the Autumn colours of her home in the Sierra Nevada Mountains #autumn #art

‘a ghost rain in the leaves, something lost and searching’ 🍃🍂

On the same day, after five months, the universe said no to this dog, and no to the poem…but it said yes to faith and trust, and yes to this November blackberry, ripe and sweet in its own perfect hour.

Spent time with my Mom on her 86th birthday. Cheered the World Series game with my brother. Felt grateful for autumn leaves, for life in this moment. Opened my grieving heart and offered to adopt a dog in need….waiting to hear if the Universe says yes.

A warm hour of storytelling! Still thinking about the pieces shared. So proud to be part of this heart-full literary journal! 💜

“Making money is, on its own terms, totally meaningless, an insufficient pursuit for the complex and decaying world we live in… “Scientists, naturalists, essayists, and poets are offering us a vision, a means with which to see and understand the splendor and sacredness of life.” — Paul Hawken

In honour of my sweet pup in the beyond…I’m finding my way back to the sea. I will keep a whimsy thread here. ✨🌊 This is today’s flotsam.

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The sweet little painting I saw at a market, on my last day in France, that now hangs in my heart.

✨ The first episode has arrived! ✨ Very excited to introduce the first episode in my new flash fiction film series ‘The Time Pirate Who Waits Ashore’! 🕰️ If you have a minute and a half to spare, I’d love for you to check it out! youtu.be/scAoxNryyVA

New poem in Cream City Review alongside the work of so many extraordinary talents! I’m super excited by this one, which is also forthcoming in my collection, MORE FLOWERS, out with Trio House Press in February 2026! 💙💜 @creamcityreview.bsky.social @triohousepress.org

A full and warm breeze of cherry blossom haiku to soften your day. 🌸🌸🌸 Honoured to have two of my poems included…sharing haiku brings me joy! vcbf.ca/winning_haik...

Mergansers in the mist. I took this from my kayak on Tuesday morning. #birds 🌿

“The Heart of Ancient Earth” I waited 10 years to take this self portrait - every time I visited this location there were tons of tourists (and I’m shy, haha). But last year, at 2am during midsummer, I finally found myself alone with these beautiful basalt columns. 🖤 #photography #selfportrait

I’ve been so quiet. Maybe it’s the tumultuous state of the world, or grief, that sends me to my inner world. Yesterday I returned to the sea, a place of solace. It offered me this midden, a glass bead, tumbled by its time spent in the tides. Tumbled like me.

On a journey within my life’s journey.

It is 9 years later. I’m awake in the dark with jet lag. After being lost on trains, after losing my glasses on the plane. But in this moment, I’m reminded again of long ago lost words on a train…waking inside again, this mysterious universe. ✨ Thank you so much, Cami and team.🥹💖 #amagicaljournal

Went on a walkabout downtown and found this poem painted on an old wall where soil catches grasses. ☺️ #poetry #canlit

Gorgeous, soft spoken poems by Jenny, two tidal laps on your heart’s shore. Do have a soothing listen to the audio. ✨

First blush of a day.

"Pink Moon Over Water". Georgia O'Keeffe. 1923 #WomensArt

Picking the last wild blackberries at the back of the yard. 💜 #farewellsweetsummer

#levity thread for bookworms 😄 ⤵️