Hidden Nests

When I walk my neighbourhood in midwinter, I notice how the season has stripped so many of the trees bare. The leaves are gone now, and because of that, I can see what had been hidden all along — abandoned bird nests sitting quietly in the branches. There is something quite moving about them. Little…

Raindrops Keep Falling

Sometimes we discover our strength only when we have no choice but to use it. In Finland, we have a word for resilience — sisu. It means the kind of grit that carries you through when willpower alone isn’t enough. I like to think I have a fair bit of it, but yesterday morning, as…