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  Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your torrents; all your waves and your billows have gone over me.  -Psalm 43 They look silver, those birds, that fly...

  One evening, on a trail above the Chickakoo lakes, we heard Amazing Grace played on bagpipes, coming across the wide valley and over the waters. It was l...

    i Slow down, my colours are blues and aquamarines, my friendship is unassuming, like a buttercup; and wherever I go the quiet comes stealing in, a...

  In Calgary, in the Shaganappi Golf Course by the Bow Trail,the coyotes are singing above the city’s sirens.At 5 o’clock the robin begins, at 5:30 t...