I asked the Universe to send me a home. A quiet place to learn, and focus, and rest. And this is what that dang Universe has dumped on my plate: the sweetest little lakeside cottage, where I sit now typing by the woodstove. Spacious and bright, with a comfy bed at the top of the …
Category: Life of Carmen
Road rage
This is my fantasy of what goes through the mind of a car driver, when s/he glares at or physically or verbally abuses a cyclist: There was a day not that long ago, when that driver went to Canadian Tire to buy a litre of oil…and his eye was caught by a shiny red mountain …
Aging recklessly
I am in the hot tub at Hollyhock. The gently swirling water lifts my breasts pleasantly and suddenly i remember – ah ha! – they used to do that all by themselves. Time passes. I often feel caught in some odd eddy of time’s current. Due mostly (I believe) to 47 years of self-propelled living …
Beneath the surface of Fish Lake
On the surface, Fish Lake is Avatar in real life: the Tsilhqot’in First Nation vs. Taseko Mines, who want to build a gold mine – “Prosperity Mine,” no less – on the ancestral land of the Nation. The plan would drain Teztan Biny (Fish Lake), the sacred lake of the Tsilqhot’in, and fill it with …
Carmen is a writer
“Carmen is a writer,” I wrote in my blog bio. With no credentials or income, not much to prove that declaration, except for the fact that saying those words brings tears to my eyes every time. It feels so scary and brave. And so yesterday, as I was doing my morning fauxga on the hill …