Welcome to my new website
I’ve put poet first and perhaps it’s meant to come first as I became a poet in my grandparents’ garden in Eganville, Ontario where as an only child I developed my imagination. All sorts of writing followed in the form of diaries and journals, columns and articles for newspapers, travel pieces, poetry, personal essays and book reviews. And now a blog!
Writing is my spiritual practice. It comes out of the solitude as I experienced it as an only child and from writing in community. I find I need both the solitude and the support of a circle of writers.
Inspiration comes from blue doors and red shoes; foggy days and full-moon nights; smooth stones and moss-covered rocks; poets, dancers, singers and tricksters; small tables and Greek salads; the hours of a monastic day; a waiting desk; the smell of new books; burning sage; the great blue heron as muse outside my window; the fir trees I name Constant, Stillness and Serendipity.