The Beauty of Ish

There’s a particular rhythm to island living—an unhurried pulse that doesn’t quite align with clocks, schedules, or the frantic pace of the mainland. Here on Guemes Island, the ferry is due at 10:00. Or maybe 10:00-ish. My daily walk with Wally, my four-legged companion, begins around 4-ish, after the sun slides just low enough toContinue reading “The Beauty of Ish”

The Breath Before Becoming

I was away for only a week. Well, just over a week.  Just ten days—and in that short span, the world here changed. The forest didn’t ask for my permission. The berry bushes didn’t pause their schedule for my return. Time, it seems, had gone on tending to things in my absence, as it alwaysContinue reading “The Breath Before Becoming”