Alternative routes

Alternative Routes
Blog posting #4
BriarpatchMagazine.com

by Shayna Stock, with photography by Dominique Fenton

As we left New Glasgow, Nova Scotia, Sheena and I were busy catching up – she excitedly telling me about the time she spent in Guatemala this year, I filling her in on my recent return to Ghana.

This project has brought me back in touch with a lot of friends from various parts of my past. Sheena and I went to Ghana together last year. Though we’ve been out of touch since our return to Canada, she gladly accepted our invitation to join us for part of the journey.

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Alternative Routes

Blog posting #3

BriarpatchMagazine.com

by Shayna Stock, with photography by Dominique Fenton

One of the first things we noticed in the Belzers’ home was a small brightly-coloured sign that occupies a prominent place on their kitchen wall.

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By Shayna Stock and Dominique Fenton
Briarpatch Magazine
August 2007

Shayna and Dominique have just set out on a cross-Canada trip to seek out intentional communities and learn from their experiences. They’ll be blogging about what they find right here on www.briarpatchmagazine.com.

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Alternative Routes

by Shayna Stock, with photography by Dominique Fenton

Kicking back with Ed, Kathryn, their grandkids and dogs

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Alternative Routes

Shayna and Dominique are traveling across Canada to seek out intentional communities and learn from their experiences. They’ll be blogging about what they find on www.briarpatchmagazine.com. Read their introduction to the project here.

We are somewhere in the middle of Quebec, on the Trans-Canada Highway. It’s about 10pm. We’ve been on the road since 8 this morning. We are looking for a place to sleep.

My partner, Dominique, and I are on our way from Toronto to Halifax, sharing a ride with two friends, about to begin a cross-country tour of intentional communities.

Why are we doing this, again? I ask myself.

I look at Mirinda and Phil, asleep in the back seat, and remember…

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