poetry

When I first met Rachel Behan she was at ease, definitely shining, and moving through time and space on a wavelength that suited me perfectly. I came to learn (her accent, a melodic and effervescent Manchester dialect) that she worked as a nanny and simply adored living in Fernie.

What are our memories right now? How will we recall a time so isolated, so inconceivable, so true? Fernie, here is my love letter to you.

Spenser Fawcett is a welcoming smile, an avid flower gardener, a gentle pat on the back, a genuine wealth of fun, a Frisbee golfer, and an advocate for cannabis and it’s evolving culture. He is all things knowledgeable when it comes to what you should, could, and want to indulge in to elevate your human experience. 

I met Lenore Rosgen when I was working at Riverside Value Drug Mart in Drumheller, Alberta, where I grew up. She was always quick with a funny jab or a sweet smile. She often accompanied her husband Richard who was on oxygen at the time, a charming gentleman farmer not far from town.

Knowing Mike Bull is a lot like arriving at an amusement park with an unlimited amount of ride tickets clenched tightly in your sweaty palm. It’s thrilling, wild, and full to the brim with unadulterated joy.

The first time I met my new cousin, Avery McCrady, was at my bridal shower. She was just a wee one back then, nestled gently in her mother’s arms, her eyes smiling. Although she wasn’t the only baby at the shower that day, this little one had me hypnotized.

In Fernie you can find expats from Chicago, Mexico City, Moscow, and Sydney, just to name a few, charmed travellers who adorn the red and white as their home country of choice. This transition has always sparked curiosity in Sadie.

I had the pleasure of meeting Lily Earl one sunny afternoon at my cousin Kerri’s house many years ago. To look at her, she resembles most of her young contemporaries; curious, bright, and so very full of light. What you can’t see is her courageous spirit. This is something you feel. A spirit that at two years of age was threatened by an all too common disease: Cancer.

As I meditate on what it means to begin again, I am doing just that: beginning again. I will learn to trust my body and the fortitude of my mind to rise and be stronger. I am broken but will heal.

Freedom is everything. This month Sadie wrote with the ancestors. She took the freedom to dig into the past and find the history that made us free, at least in this country anyway.