At last, I could see the blue gleaming gash in the earth ahead. When we arrived, Aziza collapsed in tears, the wind was even more concentrated, bellowing through the Ice Cave. We were all alone up here… … More Kluane Ice Cave
Hey Everyone! As most of you are aware, I’ve officially been APPROVED for TOP SURGERY! (Oh.My.God!) This means the Yukon government is going to pay for my flight to British Colombia and the actual Surgery procedure! Without this funding, I would likely never be able to afford to have top surgery. My gratitude is infinite. … More Top Surgery, a Call For Your Help
Within 40 days I had thought, packed and moved to Whitehorse, YT from Gravenhurst, ON. It took 6 days, and approximately 600 mental meltdowns. No biggie, hey? I didn’t recognize how settled into Muskoka I was, until driving 5,300 km’s across Canada. 9 years ago, I’d take a backpack on a whim and leave, intending … More “What Are You Going to do in Whitehorse?!”
After a bad breakup I decided the best thing to do was to head to the Google flights map and window shop. Except here’s the thing with windows that are actually the internet which contains purchasable things and me when I’m capricious and generally impulsive enough when I’m not emotionally overwhelmed: I’m an idiot. … More ICELAND IN APRIL?
She of the Woods
Luna has grown tired of whimpering around the little fire I’ve made; in dog years, it’s been a whole 10 minutes. I reluctantly pull my gaze from it’s crackling undulations; to keep going, to, for fuck sakes, keep up! I find the largest slab of rock and tug it from the freezing November earth, it … More “Come”
take your dogs to the forest and let them run wild.
These woods I rarely share; an extension of my soul, or rather, where I unearthed mine — I shared with you. I observed as you discovered that place in you; here among the trees, where the heart finds home. I remember us here. Like a heat haze, a mirage, ghosts of my mind; I watch … More Places We Have Touched
Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will. John Green wrote this, but he isn’t the first. This honest sentiment is one we’re told, we say and that we, to the very core of our beings, know. And yet, here we are imagining the hell out of our lives, every day, every hour; how that … More What Time Is It?
After a long hike deep in the trees hearing only small streams, chickadees and rustle of the few leaves that have hung on since autumn, the sight of my car fills me with disquiet. There looms the insentient reminder that I am not home in these woods I love so dearly.