I watched the Eastern White Pine Trees rise up around me…

I stand by the words that I wrote…

I’m sitting in the cooking shelter that smells like a wood stove…

It’s been a week since I packed up my life and left Vancouver Island…

Three years ago today I arrived in Victoria…

Everyday that I spend…

Photos from a final summer on Vancouver Island…

A poem for the walls that held me…

If a road trip is like a ritual, I want mine to carry…