Life from Canada to Latin America, one word at a time.
The last time I lived in Ottawa, the Arab Spring was just beginning. I would come home to my mansion to watch the Al Jazeera live feed for hours. I had studied nonviolence for social change; here was nonviolence for social change taking place right in front of my eyes. I moved to Colombia and
like jumping off a cliff the lip of the mountain into the roiling volcano below & find there among the lit up bleached bones & smoke & ash a narrow opening through solid stone into another world expanding rapidly into rooms & more rooms filled with laughter & feasting & song the transformed heart of
Espanol aqui “Dignity is an internal state of peace that comes with the recognition and acceptance of the value and vulnerability of all living things.” –Donna Hicks I’m back in Colombia. Bogota to be precise. I had a wonderful summer vacation. I caught up with old friends, ate cheese, picked blueberries, read, laughed with family
As you may or may not be able to tell by looking over this blog, I tend to dwell in the realm of the intangible and the existential. I can write about what I learnt in the last two years about peace and justice and compassion with ease. But, when I face the challenge of
People on the coast of Colombia ask me all the time what Canada is like. I make awkward hand diagrams of the position of the earth around the sun, trying to explain the endless days and endless nights in the Yukon. Nobody quite understands. After getting over the shock that there is no plantain, yuca,
It was just over two years ago that I was sitting in the Vancouver airport, waiting to embark on my unknown adventure. Now, here I am in Vancouver again, waiting to go back to the Yukon. And just like before, I have so much to be thankful for. My fellow Seeders, my friends and family
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