Welcome to Windhover Place, where my husband, Campbell, and I have begun a new chapter in our lives. After more than thirty years of farming in Alberta and a dozen years in Vancouver, we have moved to the Annapolis Valley of Nova Scotia in order to be close to some of our family who have settled in Halifax, and to establish a “Grandparent Farm,” where all our grandchildren can touch the earth, watch the tides, and feel the breeze.
The breeze is such an important part of our lives that we have named our new home in honour of the many birds we see daily—eagles and ravens, and even occasionally a small hawk or ‘windhover’—birds that soar on updrafts or row valiantly against the wind past our windows; and in recognition of the rich spiritual symbolism of the wind that hovers over us—sometimes present gently and sometimes in violent and even terrifying gales—reminding us, of course, of Jesus’ words, “The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8), and also of Gerard Manley Hopkins’ magnificent sonnet, “The Windhover: to Christ Our Lord,” (which you can read at: http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/1050.html).
I have completed twelve years as Professor of Interdisciplinary Studies and Spiritual Theology at Regent College, an international graduate school of Christian studies in Vancouver, British Columbia. With my lifelong collection of books, books, books gathered up into one place after nearly fifteen years of being scattered between our farm in Alberta, my office in Regent, and our new home in Nova Scotia; and with a wide-angle view of the incredible pastoral beauty of the Annapolis Valley with its rose-coloured soil and many shades of green in cropland and woodlots spreading out beyond my office windows, I am now settled in the ideal place and space for a new season of writing.
Looking forward to meeting you in this space,