Life from Canada to Latin America, one word at a time.
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
“A society is an act of communal imagination and belonging is the outcome of that imaginative act.” Adrienne Clarkson The first time I heard the word Mennonite, it sounded like belonging. As my parents explained their ancestral history, of coming to Canada as refugees from war and revolution in Russia, I gained access to an
I am part of a tradition of pilgrim women. I did not know my grandmothers or their mothers, but I can imagine their determination and strength as they fled the horrors of war and revolution torn Russia, seeking safety to raise their children according to their convictions in a strange land. They were strong women
The Llama Diaries 