In my daily work, “mapping the field” is a figure of speech, a spatial metaphor in which “field” refers to a scholarly field or field…
Author: Claudia
In past years, we have had a few handfuls of strawberries from our own garden, but no yield to write home about. This was no…
I used to dream about rivers. More specifically, I used to dream that I was floating down a river. Sometimes, the water was a milky…
Although I don’t remember if it was in a history or a geography class, or perhaps both, I do distinctly recall learning in school that…
In the Vancouver neighbourhood where I live when I am not on Salt Spring Island, signs appeared recently informing residents that dead or dying Western…
I remember the first time someone told me that sea urchins were edible. It was at a party hosted by my high school marine biology…
The Disney image of Bambi, the spotted fawn with its large round eyes and fluttering eyelashes, has charmed audiences around the world since the film…
It was foggy this morning, after heavy rain last night. The fog made everything seem extra quiet, but was it really extra quiet, or did…
Some days, when we step outside our front door, we are greeted by the smell of the Crofton Mill. This paper and pulp mill (on…
John Daido Loori (1931-2009), former abbot of the Zen Mountain Monastery in New York State, wrote: Living on this mountain, I can’t help but realize…