Go, go Gadget! Silver runners with a long white dress. It was my mum’s thing. She really did march to the beat of her own drummer. Life’s too short not to be you. On days when I’m really missing her it keeps her close.
77 degrees F. outside and I’m bundled up under the covers with the flu. Chai tea and good books are a pretty great vicarious escape. Since I’m forced to play hookie today, I’m indulging in my favorite Adventure Diva book, Alix Kates Shulman’s “Drinking the Rain”. I would give a copy of this to everyContinue Reading “Drinking the Rain”
This is the treaty that I transcribed at today’s “Treaty Canoe” event at the Art Gallery of Windsor. I took over transcribing a Muncey treaty started by another participant. She had done such a lovely job of working with the dip-pen in ink. I’m afraid I made a blotchy, horrible mess. You know you areContinue Reading “Writing on handmade paper with a dip-ink quill.”
“Rejoicing in ordinary things is not sentimental or trite. It actually takes guts. Each time we drop our complaints and allow everyday good fortune to inspire us, we enter the warrior’s world.” — Pema Chodron.
Last Saturday, as my son was boarding a plane to China for an epic adventure, I was setting out on a micro-adventure of my own. I attended a book making workshop at the Art Gallery of Windsor, led by Meagan O’Connell, curator of Salt & Cedar press in Detroit. What a wonderful experience! I’ve beenContinue Reading “Tools of the Trade”
An exhibit of hand-bound passports suspended in a formation like geese in flight at the local art gallery, and the inspiration for the book making workshop I attended this summer. The artist who created them collaborated with our workshop leader, Megan O’Connell, who taught us how to create and hand-stitch similar books in our workshop.Continue Reading “The Art of Book Making”
I’ve been thinking about a moment riding the bus, when a mother boarded, pushing her son in a stroller. As she stopped to pay the fare, the toddler looked straight down the aisle, and hollered “Hey everybody! How ya doin’?” The entire bus erupted into laughter, and in an instant the invisible cord that hadContinue Reading “Spontaneity is an Adventure Diva’s Best Friend”
The objects of my affection, including a 65-240 million year old ammonite from Madagascar. It’s a constant visual to remind me of the truth of impermanence (Ammonoidea went extinct with the dinosaurs), and the need to make the most of each day. Ironically named by Pliny the Elder of Pompeii.
30 years ago I was a very young woman on a very big adventure. Traveling West through several provinces on business, I was treated to a night up in the mountains at the Banff Springs Hotel. My colleagues and I were dining at a table next to the Calgary Flames NHL hockey team, who hadContinue Reading “The objects of my affection.”
I try very hard to collect memories instead of trinkets these days, but there is a small handful of touchstones that help me keep in view what is most important. Some years ago this antique locket on a watch fob utterly captivated me. The small glass globe parts in the middle, with a picture displayedContinue Reading “Tiny Stories”