Or you'll be taken away by the fairies

Hideaway until another day

Do you believe in what you see?

Take me by the hand and tell me you would take me anywhere

There is so much to see, why stay in one place?

Gorgeous morning

Hal Mills is a gem. Not only does he have one of the most beautiful homes, he puts on amazing concerts. Affectionately known as The Dunk, after the small river trickling out back, guests are treated like gold. He showed me a copy of this article, it pretty much sums up life around here.

Over a bowl of late night apple pie with ice cream Hal told me about his days in the North. He decided to settle in PEI because that's where most of his friends were. I thought it couldn't get any better until I woke up to freshly baked cookies and coffee. Some day I want to have a place like this to share with friends, lovers and nature. Pinch me, the universe is just too kind.

I may recall a dream from a time before

All hands on a grain of sand

An afternoon swim in the Atlanic Ocean on the north shore of Prince Edward Island certainly affirms life's magnitude. Not to mention showcases a spectacular view of Confederation Bridge.

An applause is in order for a dear friend td bird who pushed me beyond my irrational fears and got me down on those rocks and into the waters, jellyfish, public nudity and all.

In My Own Company

Ryan MacGrath's disc In My Own Company was given to me by Pigeon Row publicist Mattie C, who knows very well my love for cabaret crooners. I was blown away by Ryan's songs, not to mention his charming sense of self, he's truly one of a kind.

Take a walk on the wild side

Hold on memories she said silently

You're gonna fall down, you're gonna grow old. It's gonna darken your soul

Sodalecious lemonade stand

My whole life looks like a picture of a sunny day

The cloud is gone and took the silver lining

There's a coffee stain around your eyes

All my lovers were there with me, all my past and futures

Old friend, lover and fellow dreamer. I don’t know where you are, but this isn't how the story ends. It can't be. There is more for us, I know we'll meet again. Until then, trust that love, respect and deep roots tie us all together. You are so deeply loved and missed already. Your passion for art, music and community lingers on...

I lost an old friend just the other day. The details are tragic, heartbreaking and sorrow-filled. In the narrative of my heart, he holds the place of many firsts. Michal Majewski was truly a unique soul.

There are many ways to say goodbye, some attend funerals while others mourn quietly alone. I am somewhere in the middle. Yesterday I wrote a letter and tossed it out to sea. Standing on the pier, I made a promise to myself to travel to Poland and visit his homelands. I want to hear familiar hints of his thick Polish accent, commemorate the time we spent together and honour the effect he had upon those lucky enough to know him.

Look a ghost in the eye

To find a diamond at the bottom of the drain

An elephant never forgets

I'm certain that summer's my season

I remember that day the most, the day we hit the coast

I carved your name across three countries

Tall buildings shake, voices escape

You always say your name like I wouldn't know it

Cried the other night and I don't even know why

Purple is as purple does

Fluroscent and starry, some of them, they surprise

Don't cast away your inner island

Needle and thread keep me together

A day in the life

Last night's Paul McCartney performance on the Halifax Common drew thousands of folks from their homes. People gathered on balconies, stoops, street corners and on Citadel Hill to singalong to old Beatles tunes. What struck me was the timeless transcendence of music. I'll admit it, I almost got a little weepy with the onslaught of nostalgia.

All that I need is the air that I breathe

Just when the lethargy sets in the universe suprises me with a random gift. I was looking in the backyard of a stranger's house only to be surprised to see some balloons tied to a plant in their garden. I snuck a picture over the fence. Shhhhhh, don't tell anyone.

Letters from a porcupine

Every week day I walk past this house and marvel at the colours. Some days a fluffy white cat sleeps on the stoop, other days he must stay indoors. He seems indifferent as I passby.

Conversational conversations

There are pivotal moments in life, sometimes they come in the form of conversational exchanges other times they arrive at the break of day. This morning I met with a dear friend, we shared our thoughts, hopes and curiosities. With stiff Americano's and the best cranberry muffins we've tasted, we felt like we had it all. And we did.

Stars' crossing

Grass roots

Like Dylan in the movies

In through the out door

A thousand suns to warm your worthy lungs

*You're no rock n' roll fun like a party that's over before it's begun

Our wandering ways

It wasn't the time (it was the colour)

Pour a little salt we were never here

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself

I want the ocean right now

One step forward, two steps back

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