Sunday, May 20, 2018

A Walk in the Forest

Tonquin Beach

A bench to honour a friend
in the spirit world

Menina's pond

An example of culturally modified trees.
The Nuu chah nulth use the bark
in their cedar weaving and basket work.

"Listen carefully with your whole being 
to the ones who are now quietly speaking....
observe the plants, animals, forest, 
ocean, sky and heavens - 
that reality which is the source of life."

There is a system of interconnecting trails winding
through the forest and down to the beach. 
The village of Tofino and 
the Nuu chah nulth people
joined together to expand the trail system.

It was a wonderful Sunday afternoon walk, 
with views of water and forest. 
I thought I would share it with you. 
This forest is all second growth. 
In the 1930's, local history has it,  
a man had a 500 acre allotment in this area, 
and he clearcut the whole thing. 
Thankfully, it has grown back,
and there are some big trees 
among the younger ones.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Seeing With Eyes of Hope, Listening as the Forest Speaks

Gisele Martin
Tofino Ambassador Program
photo by Tofino Mayor, Josie Osborne

She wears rose-coloured glasses,
sees with eyes of hope,
teaches we who want to learn
about the Old Ways,
the true ways.

"In those days, people and plants
and trees and animals
could speak to each other,"
she explains.
"We have forgotten how."

But, I know,
we can learn again.
We must.

She is passionate about
learning her tribal language,
keeping the ancient words alive.
She speaks them to us;
we repeat them:
Naciqs for Tofino ~
the spot where guardians
once kept watch 
over all the waters;
T'ashii, the path
on land and water;
my favourite, which means
"Everything is one."

The Tla-o-qui-aht have lived here,
with the land and the water,
for thousands of years.
"We are careful,
when we harvest bark or plants,
taking some, but leaving much more,
so there will be harvest
for future generations.

"The salmon feed the forest,"
she explains,
bear and wolf scat
bringing nitrogen to the trees
to keep the woods alive.

Long have her people
respected the territory
of whale and wolf and bear,
eagle and even
the lowly slug.
"If we enter the forest
and find a wolf den,
we leave immediately.
We honour their territory."

The Nuu-chah-nulth Ha-Houlthee 
- territory -
is ruled by their nation.
No treaties were signed
in the days when Europeans came
and took what they wished.
We non-natives
are living 
on unceded land.
May we be mindful
of this.

May we tread softly,
respectfully, here.
May we remember that,
to the First Nations,
the wolves, the bears,
the ancient forests, the whales,
we are merely 
guests here.

T'ashii Cultural Canoe Tours

for Brendan's prompt at Real Toads: to write about a heroine. I recently have been taking workshops and guided walks with Gisele Martin, a wonderful young local woman who is passionate about keeping her ancient language alive, and who offers teaching sessions as part of the local Ambassador program. I could listen to her all day as she tells her stories, speaks of the history of her people, and talks about living respectfully with the land, a subject so dear to my heart. Any mispelled words are completely my fault. Smiles.

Also shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United.

Upon the Shores of My Heart

Clayoquot Sound
called me forth
out of the desert,
brown and bare,
into the pulsing, alive,
thrumming heartbeat
of Mother Earth herself.

She lay before me
sandy shores, the ocean's roar,
mountains wreathed in fog
and mist,
her ancient trees,
the eagle's cry.

Activists, dancing and singing
on the road,
protecting wilderness,
beckoned to me
and my heart knew
I was home.

She sang to me
in whalesong,
in  sand  and surf,
in the timpani
of raindrops on salal.

She captured my heart

And now I'm heading home,
through the misty mountains.
I round the bend in the road
and there she is:
her endless waves,
rolling forever and forever
onto her welcoming shores.

I have, for half my life,
lived in thrall
to the lulling song of the sea,
her waves rolling in,
slate-grey and
frothed with foam,
forever advancing
and retreating
upon the shores
of my heart.

Sharing this with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where you will find good reading on Sunday mornings.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

The Tired Lady of the Marketplace

A Corner of the Market
Edward Emerson Simmons

He found her in the marketplace,
stopping to quickly sketch
her tiredness.
Moved by her plight,
he bought an apple,
brushing her hand with his
as he handed her a copper,
hoping for a smile,
though it seemed her face 
had forgotten how.

Gathering Wood
Edward Emerson Simmons

The next time,
she was gathering wood.
There were no hopeful dreams
in her eyes,
just the reality
of working long days 
for room and board,
searching for twigs
to warm 
her master's hearth.

This time he asked her 
if he might sketch her,
for pay,
the better to capture 
the details of her dark eyes,
the longer,
if truth be told,
to gaze openly
at her beauty
with his artist's 
appreciative eye.

He felt himself
wishing he could
spirit her away,
show her comfort and ease.
But it was impossible
for he was gentry,
and she a mere servant.
He watched her from afar,
pouring his emotion
into his paintings,
in which her poverty,
her fatigue,
her struggles,
were all laid bare.

by Edward Emerson Simmons

How random life is,
the accident of birth
a bed of roses
or of thorns.

A series of paintings,
and then she disappeared,
leaving him to wonder,
pensive by the fire,
puffing on his pipe,
drinking his brandy,
what had become
of the tired young lady
of the marketplace.

for Shay at Fireblossom Friday: a poem inspired by the paintings of Shay's uncle, Edward Emerson Simmons.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018


for the singing waves,
backing and forthing
on the shores of my heart,
I give thanks,
for the green wall of cedar
outside my open window,
and the blue sky, cloud-dotted, above,
for the small hummer at the feeder,
nibbling on my soul each time she drinks,
for contentment so blessed in old age,
I give thanks.

for the miracle of a dream
come true, not once, but twice,
for finding myself on the edge of the sea
once more, with the song of the waves
playing through me,
soul music,
and for the smiling villagers,
full of art and poetry,
for the loved dogs
laughing along the shore,
for sunlight on the green forever sea,
and for blooms opening
under the morning sun,
as my eyes open upon wonder,
morning after morning,
I give thanks,
I give thanks,
I give thanks.

for Susan's wonderful prompt at Midweek Motif: Happiness. The poem examples given were inspiring.  I have so many chest-expanding moments of happiness and gratitude, living in this beautiful place, where I belong. Do join us, in this feast of happiness!

Tuesday, May 15, 2018


When dusk slides into evensong and shadow,
and songbirds trill in flower-scented bower,
crickets sing sweet night-songs in the meadow,
peace and gratitude abide, this gentle hour.

When songbirds trill in flower-scented bower,
the skybirds find their nests. The stars wink on.
Peace and gratitude abide, this gentle hour,
the world adrift until the morrow's dawn.

The skybirds find their nests. The stars wink on.
The garden fills with fairy folk and firefly.
The world's adrift until the morrow's dawn.
We light candles to do our dreaming by.

The garden fills with fairy folk and firefly.
Crickets sing  sweet night-songs in the meadow.
We light candles to do our dreaming by,
when dusk slides into evensong and shadow.

A pantoum for the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads, hosted today by Pat.

Monday, May 14, 2018

Tofino Skies

On the way to South Beach

The wild waves
of Wickaninnish

To Chestermans
for the sunset

A visitor

Sunset at Chestermans

Yesterday being Mother's Day, I decided to do only what I felt like. I drove to Wickaninnish in the morning, came home to enjoy sitting on the deck in the sun in the afternoon, and went to Chestermans last night for the sunset. It was fun watching the surfers riding the waves as the sun went down. I was sitting near a beach fire, so I got to enjoy that wonderful smell, if not the marshmallows. No dogs came near, sadly, but a crow came and kept me company for a while. 

I hope mothers everywhere had as wonderful a day.