Singing & Crying At The Same Time

 By Maryanna Gabriel

This week has been a giant leap forward with the birthing process of Walking The Camino: On Earth As It Is. The book jacket is created - the designer for Pottersfield Press did a beautiful job. I had trouble keeping my feet on the ground after seeing this. The French word chantepleure, meaning to sing and cry at the same time, comes to mind.

The French really have a way with words, do they not?

Voices & Waterfalls

A special place.

Qualicum Falls

 By Maryanna Gabriel 



I sort of know what has come over me. I slept eleven hours. Wow. You should know I am an insomniac from a way back. Got up, packed a picnic, and went to Qualicum Falls. It has been a bit of rush with placing things tidily about with my recent move so now I have a chance to explore.

Really beautiful. Bird song from the deep in the forest to the sound of rushing water. A very special place. It felt sacred. 

Came home, rearranged the lawn furniture, and sat in the sun, and read a recipe book, then a short story for all the world like I was on a holiday. This may see unremarkable. For me though, it is quite remarkabe and may be attributed to one thing. And that one thing is very, very good.

The audible version of Walking The Camino On Earth As It Is, narrated by the author, which would be moi, recorded in the closet basically talking to sweaters, has now gone out into the world. So much has had to happen to get to this point. Holy moly. 

It isn't on Amazon. Yet.

I hope you like it. If you care to, please consider leaving a review if you decide you wish to hear it. It would so help.

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"The kind of voice you want to lean into." 
For iPhone/iPad users, look for Apple Books, (app store or on your device)
and key in "Maryanna Gabriel", and it will come up. It is $8.99 US.

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Are The Birds Remembering?

 By Maryanna Gabriel

I know birds are supposed to be intelligent, but let me say this. I have not fed the birds since Christmas, the cold and snow having lifted since then. I figure it is better for them to source from the forest beyond.

However, with the snow and ice we are experiencing right now, they are hopping across the tiles along my patio door. The little chickadees actually pause to look in as if to say, help us out here.

How do they remember? Are they remembering? Do they have memory that I fed them at Christmas? Is there a bird sign hanging somewhere that says "Hop on in here - best sunflower seeds on the block?". 

At any rate, it is mission successful in bird land. Snacks have been provided.