Last I heard of Pemberton’s stalwart dentist, Anne Crowley, she had put on a backpack and was about to solo trek across the country. I didn’t really expect her to be offering an eight-week wellness course at the Pemberton Community Centre, starting Jan. 18. “I made it to Lillooet,” she said. She’d set out with…
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Meditate on This
When the third person recommended I take up meditation, I started to get worried. Was I so obviously manifesting a strung-out vibe? I know meditation is trending in tech circles, but I was getting the nudge from grounded health practitioners and wellness advisors who threw it out at the end of a visit about something…
#50DayWellnessChallenge. Start Now. Fall off the wagon. Begin again.
Turkey hangover, ColdFront and opening day on the mountain got you thinking about starting a new fitness program? Try this. A 50 Day Wellness Challenge. All you have to do is say yes, and then tell someone. Yep. I make it sound easy in the columns and blog posts that I’ve been putting out there,…
Saving bees, seeds and sanity, one scrappy garden at a time
On the news this morning: Canadian beekeepers (who tellingly, refer to themselves as a “community” rather than an “industry”) are launching a class action suit against the makers of neonicotinoid pesticides, for the damage (havoc) their products have caused to bee populations. It inspired me to repost this column I wrote for the Winds of…
Live well in your places
I rediscovered a favourite journalist/writer this week, in the kind of happy happenstance that doesn’t occur for Presidents, when a rain day cut climbing short and led us to the Squamish library for an afternoon at the magazine stacks with the latest issue of Vanity Fair and a profile of Barack Obama. Prior to snagging…
Patience, grasshopper.
Yesterday, I planted some seeds in the garden. Cold-hardy things that the seed packets promised could be started in April. I just couldn’t wait any longer. Today, I woke up and ran outside, to see if anything had happened. All the garden bed had for me (NO signs of life! no sprouts! no little seedlings!)…
Spring in Pemberton means snowmelt and… poo
The challenge? Remind dog-owners to pick up after their pooches. The solution? Ruby. Champion for the Turd-Free Trails Forever movement. I mean, how could you resist? (File this under Local Government Best Practices.)
The Pemberton Interview project
It’s not quite as weird as David Lynch (but then, who is?), but Choose Pemberton, which launched 18 months ago, was my own version of The Interview Project. Officially, it was the content command centre for a summer campaign geared at promoting Pemberton. Unofficially, it was a chance to ask local people, the ones who…
Locavore’s Dilemma: four bags of salad for dinner? And no tomatoes.
Local honey, a bag of fresh greens and peppery little radishes – that was my haul from the first Pemberton Farmers Market for the season. (Wednesday nights, 4pm-7pm, outside the Pemberton Valley Grocery store.) So, now we’re fully stocked on salad greens – exposing the joy and the challenge of eating locally, in season –…
What would you blow off to ride? Confession-time.
The first time I rode A River Runs Through It (fist-pump! Cleared the bridge! Husband pushed his bike across… ), I should really have been somewhere else. I had blown off the second half of the Slow Food Cycle, an event I had organised, to switch the road cruiser for a squishy bike and go…
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