Ripple Effect: The Enduring Impact of a Single Moment
The landscape leads me through a picturesque scene, amidst the towering mountains, lush rainforest and rushing river gently nudged against moss covered trees; I begin walking home from a morning of flyfishing.
I got into a couple of nice trout, but the thrill of the tug, the electrifying zing that usually sent a rush of excitement through me, wasn’t quite the same today. Instead, there was a noticeable sense of loneliness that hung in the air, a familiar feeling most potent not in solitude, but in the impenetrable space between you and other. Continue Reading…
Great love is never justified. Like the little tree that springs up in some inexplicable way in the middle of a river: so unusual. How does it survive out there?
Obvious by its rich green colour, it just does. By its own means that we cannot understand, it gets what it needs to survive… Continue Reading…
Therein Lies the Magic
As I venture along the rivers edge with Kula, we make our way up and over fallen logs, through thick bushes and branches, and wade through the shallows. We are searching for a good spot to cast the line.
I am drawn into the silence and solitude; I feel more alive out here, when the talking stops, when I venture out into the enormous emptiness of nature. I love silence. I crave it. Observing the picturesque beauty, listening to the water rushing beside me, watching eagles and herons swooping, and the stunning landscapes surrounding me. Continue Reading…
Bare feet touching the rays of the sun; perfection, before time loses this moment forever. Summer seems to be slipping away before it has even begun…
Every morning, my coffee steeps in a tin pot, as Kula carries her favourite toy back and forth from one end of the room to the other, whimpering—a post-breakfast happy dance. I used to sit down and draw during this time, but my pencil hasn’t touched a piece of paper in quite some time. Thinking back to when I would leap out of bed with an idea, and as my hand travelled around the page—pure joy—as I giggled to myself when it linked up a funny quip. Continue Reading…
Be still like the mountains and flow like the river
It was a stunning orange sunrise as I began walking the river’s edge, quietly searching for the perfect spot to be in solitude—with Kula of course!
Navigating the shore, while simultaneously navigating the tug of emotions inside my heart. Somehow no matter how hard you try to forget, life’s experiences seep into crevices of your psyche, and settle into the depths of your being. Like a river, they’re carried with you through space and time, tumbling beneath the surface. Continue Reading…
Zestful dreams
It feels like a dream vanishing before I can make full sense of it, not knowing what was true and what was created by imagination. It was so beautiful and real, emotionally intense; and surrounded in with a warm glow. One of the most beautiful times of my life, and a feeling of being about to discover something incredible…and then suddenly I was awake. Continue Reading…







