Rewilding Journey

Thanks to Kesia Nagata we have some lovely moments and movement to SINK INTO as the lads continue to enjoy their Northern sabbatical. This video is a beautiful, restful and a lovely escape to another world from wherever you areRead more

Hello from my iteration of “quarantine” to yours – we here, however, are no strangers to connecting at a distance. From the digital to the intracellular (sometimes both at the same time!), this community is well versed in communicating and collaboratingRead more

It’s now been over a month since Montaro, Jax and Juno climbed onto a trailer bound for the Kispiox Valley, and four weeks since we brought the two herds – my resident herd of five, and the three lads fromRead more

KESIA’S HERD: Here are the 5 horses that live permanently with me in Northern BC, in the order they’ve come to me. Amalia or Molly – is a purebred Quarter Horse mare born in 1999. She is the eldest ofRead more

She’s been asking for weeks to go with me beyond the fence. There is always a reason not to, and usually I can argue the legitimacy of those reasons. The days are short. I haven’t been well. I have toRead more

I can now tell you with some confidence what the temperature is outside by looking at the light; before coming here, how could I have known the seemingly endless variations of light on snow? Here we sit at a perfectlyRead more

Kesia Nagata plays and sings selections from her album, Looking For Horses, as part of a Hot Yoga fundraiser for Fire relief. She also does some some Cover songs and some brand new songs. Hope y’all enjoy this as muchRead more

It’s been roughly a million years since I sat down to write about life on the edge of the wild. What can I say? There is not a lot of time to spend pondering, when you reside primarily in theRead more

I haven’t written in ages. At first it felt like there was nothing to say. The long snowy winter was gentle, monotonous; a much needed break from the insane pace of the last year. With all the seasons under ourRead more

I wish I could tell you everything – about how a year on the land came and went, about what it’s taken out of and from us all to make it this far, about what the horses have been upRead more

You may remember that a while back we ran a contest, asking for your feedback on the album cover of Kesia Nagata’s debut album, Looking For Horses? Well, as promised, we took all your names: and put them into aRead more

I feel I have been circling for a long time. What brought me to this land with my animal and human family was a concise, clear, bright understanding of how I wanted to live. Over the course of this year,Read more

1. Birdsong When we first came here, the air was eerily silent. Above the roar of the river and the clatter and squeal of the occasional logging truck, there was an absence. I used to find it ironic to travelRead more

Our very own Kesia Nagata has recorded all the raw tracks for her debut album, Looking For Horses, and now we need to nail down the CD cover design. That’s where you come in! We’ve narrowed it down to aRead more

I could blame it all on the horses. In fact, when exhaustion and overwhelm creep in, when I momentarily lose my footing and wonder how in the hell I got here, when the van gets stuck in the mud andRead more

The snow is gone. With a 40 degree shift in weather during some weeks – from -26 to +15 – our icy kingdom becomes, for a few hours, a dripping, sodden expanse of mud and poo. Oh! the poo. ForRead more

Winter came sudden and succinct to the valley, after a long and lulling autumn. Where do I begin? The crisp, low, golden light heaving itself over the snowy mountaintops? The squeak and crunch of light snow on the driveway? TheRead more

Hey gang, I need your help. I was digging through old emails trying to find something I’d sent myself long ago, and in the process found something else. It’s the beginning of a story, or maybe the middle, that myRead more

I used to look up at various points of the year and be shocked to see the season had changed. Despite my commitment to Paying Attention and my deep need to be in rhythm with the natural world, I’d stillRead more

I seek this thing called wildness. I crave it, I move toward it in body, song and thought. I exalt it even as I huddle in my toasty little log cabin, safe from the elements, the fridge humming obtrusively fullRead more

In my last post in this series, I talked about the purgatorial state that follows big changes – that part nobody warns you about, when you’ve done everything in your power to make your dreams come true and they obliginglyRead more

What it takes for me to write these days is 12 hours and counting of heavy rain. The absolute reticence to leave the tent until a break in the deluge propels a run to the log house. The puppy sprawlingRead more

Several weeks ago I wrote about the vision of this journey I’m setting out on with my human-and-critter family: buying the land and living the dream. Or, whatever the dream looks like when it lands on firm ground and becomesRead more

The driveway climbs sharp and slow, gravel crunching beneath the tires. For some reason my heart is pounding as the realtor says in his nasally drawl, I think you’ll like this one. It’s not for sale but we’re looking anyway.Read more