The paths we have taken and have left behind form the trails of our lives and country. Of recent I’ve been singing songs about ravens, the northern lights, cold weather and the ocean. Our Canadian trails.
In August Shannon Butler picked me a fortune cookie from a jar. It was the fortune pictured above. Really? For me? How could that be?
In September I flew once again to my homeland of Ontario. Half of my heart. I sang. So did Emm.
Ink on paper can grow wings. Ideas are dangerous things. Knock knock. I’m there.