By Cathy Hird
When I started farming, we did our hay in square bales and fed it in long wooden feeders. We tried to make sure there was a space for each ewe's head so they could all eat as soon as the hay was put down. Still, the end of every winter we would find a couple really skinny sheep. These were the ones who got shouldered out of the way so that the big ones could eat more.
By Cathy Hird
Recently, I watched someone play a djimbe style drum and noticed not just the way they made the drum resonate but the way they moved their hands to make spaces between the beats. To create the rhythm, the drummer had to tap with fingers and hand but also had to create silence between the strokes.
By Cathy Hird
The word between calls to mind the network between people, the links that connect places or things. Two people are connected by blood ties, by where they live, by the tasks they taken on together and activities shared. Two places are linked by the road between them. Wires connect telephones.
By Neil Parker
This Remembrance Day, we will try to look back some distance into our history as a nation, and reflect on the centenary of the beginning of World War I – the Great War, the War to End All Wars. But for many of us, it will be hard to remember back more than a few days, to the deaths of two Canadian soldiers on our streets and in our cities.
By Cathy Hird
When I lived in Montreal in the 80's I knew a doctor who had spent time working as a volunteer with a M.A.S.H. unit during the Vietnam war. He reminded me of Hawkeye Pierce from the TV show. That was the first time I began to absorb the effect of vicarious trauma and post-traumatic stress disorder.
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