Author Archives: meaghancc

I read a perspective piece by a colleague today, Jess Housty from the Heiltsuk First Nation. Talking about salmonberries and people and salmon, the interconnectedness, the mutuality and reciprocity being as evident as the taste of the cool salt spray … Continue reading →

You know that feeling, when you wake in the middle of the night, and the full moon has snuck through the sliver of open space between the curtain and the Victorian window molding? You are awake because the light, a … Continue reading →

It was like a bolt of lightning hit me when I stepped into the shower today. I froze. I don’t know how long it lasted, but I was in my own dream space, realizing that if my Aunt Judy dies, … Continue reading →

Is it different this year? Or am I different? The birds. They are so…present. Noisy. Alive. Full of movement. And maybe it’s all the more noticeable because for the first time in so long, I’m the still one. Perched in … Continue reading →

He would always point them out on the fence posts, when we were going down the interstate or driving a winding backroad through the country. The red-tailed hawks. Or maybe red-shouldered. Either way, just mottled red, the color of a … Continue reading →

They say one shot in and I’m 80% protected against dying from this virus. That’s so high. That’s miraculous really. That’s a feat of science and decades of investment and research and long nights in neon-lit labs that have culminated … Continue reading →

I come to, lightly awake in the soft dawn, in between. The thin membrane starting to disintegrate between the sweat on my body and the dream in which I saw my dad, my grandma meeting our daughter. I want to … Continue reading →

My eyes are strained, dry, with heavy lids. My neck taught, the tendons around my clavicles wound up like thread on a spool. Jaw clenched in its slight over and cross bite, a feat of human evolution. I know through … Continue reading →

This virus is something that exists right now. Has always existed really, in a bird, a feathered or scaled creature. Replicating, evolving, coming up with ever-more-creative ways to simply exist. It has seen many sunrises and sunsets, ocean basins and … Continue reading →