The Swagman

He walked up the long driveway to my grandparent’s farm late one afternoon looking for work.
He was a small, bent man but there was something durable about him. His jeans were creased and dirty as was his shirt. His boots were scuffed. His hat carried dust on the broad brim and there was a frayed [...]

Learning from Loss

Last week we buried one of our own. She was a beautiful and well loved seventeen year old girl who went to school with my children. She and her father were killed in a tragic accident on the highway. Her name was Jaime. In a community as small as ours you [...]

Natural Magic

Dwell in possibility
~Emily Dickinson

“I dwell in possibility.”  What a wonderful place in which to live.  Do you dwell in possibility or in impossibility?
How sad it is that we leave our childhood behind and with it our innocent belief in magic and possibility. How real was it when Santa or the Tooth Fairy dropped in at [...]

Ceremony of the Brandy Cream Sauce

Christmas is full of ceremonies. When I think about it I think of church, Christmas concerts at school, the sharing of food, the giving of gifts and many more little ceremonies that give richness to the season.
My favourite ceremony of all is one that is special to my family. It was started by my father many years [...]

Loss and Renewal. A Tale in Haiku.

Break Up
Wilting in the dust
Discovered in betrayal
Soiled love lies broken
Despair
Despair and regret
Spikes of loss puncture each day
A lament of pain
Autopilot
Mute, blinded and numb
There suspended on keen wires
Hangs my acid heart
Recovery
Gentle velvet tip
Soft green bud of renewal
Sees the world as new
Hope
I wait in patience
Hoping you will notice me
Behind my disguise
Celebration
I caught you, wild heart
Remote and rugged [...]

The Girl Who Would Be Beautiful

Come and delight in this wonderful gift from Anne – a simple tale about the quest for beauty. It starts with some of the most beautiful words ever written…

Fingerprints

Anne Maybus warmly welcomes us into her home, her Living Space, as we warmly welcome her to Calm Space! “My house has a fingerprint. It is a record of our lives. When I first met my house it was clean, manicured, pretty and very similar to…”