So for part three of this best of series I chose this one I suppose because of its truth and healing. This series took me back to one of the most difficult times, at the close of the 20th century. Posted originally January 2nd, 2013, was another time of great change. I guess I am proudest of these posts. After the Helium posts I carried … Continue reading The Best Of ¦ part 3 in three parts
Here I am today, upon my wicker ‘throne, feeling the cool morning breeze and listening to the sounds of the village outside my window. Legs curled up in my Buddha pose, on this chair that once was Tim’s. Yet, not to be worshipped, but rather perhaps more in the worship of words. So, Mom, the Discover prompt this week is to create something that expresses … Continue reading A Legacy Of Words
Whiling away the time outside, before this big storm comes in tonight, reading my ebook, enjoying my little secret space in-between. I had earlier in the week been drowsing through some prize winning novelist us intellectual sorts are suppose to fancy, and not feeling the love, so I went hunting for something alittle different, and I found it. Yet my after work eyes that stare … Continue reading What I Learnt From Charlie & Lucy
Creating does not happen devoid of experience, as experience often becomes that which moves the soul. It is a complexity of situations and deep emotional responses, born from events of which only a few of our own design, or desire. These elements work in concert with one another. They mesh, and meld, and circle around and spiral forth, divining which ever instrument we chose, or that … Continue reading The Act of Creation
“The poet is an anomaly in our culture. The goal of our culture is money and power. And that’s not exactly what poetry is about. What is it about? That’s a hard question. It’s about anything the human mind and unconscious can produce. And that’s infinite.” [Stanley Kunitz] And living life within the confines set by our society is certainly not what writing is about, … Continue reading A Poetic Vocation
Sometimes just after I hit that PUBLISH button on a post, I am struck by this feeling of “I’ve written this before”. Before? I haven’t; I realize that it’s because some of these stories I wrote in my head…years ago in some cases. And there they have remained. Oh, perhaps residence of Middle-earth or Oz, or maybe Never Never Land have read my work, but … Continue reading The Composted Writer
I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Secretly. Awakened in the early 90’s, I fashioned fables written upon truths, and poems of Gaelic dreams. I have imagined myself with pen in hand for almost 25 years now. Was never sure though how to start, or how to say what I wanted to say. None of that was clear. I just enjoyed writing, and wished I … Continue reading Writing For Pleasure
Looking for a job within a region with the highest unemployment rate in the country is challenging. I’ve been on the hunt now for almost 5 months or more. I mean, I gave myself some grace in the first few months after Tim died, but was still looking, still planning and re-writing the live script, as it were, er, resume, or updating some new job … Continue reading Visualizations Of An Unemployed Widow
This year I feel my GrandmaD’s presence. I see her subtle influence so often of late. After Grandpa died, and she became a widow, she changed. She would only wear the colours black, white and red. Sometimes maybe a beige top every once in a while in the summer … but normally just the basic black, white and red. Shoes, tops, pants, socks, the whole … Continue reading About A Woman Named Millie
“I am in awe of the beautifully sincere and profoundly moving creative souls there are on our spinning ball. As I blog-hop along” I wrote that November 3, 2012 – I had been blogging one week. Just re-read this old post, and had to share. This is another reason why I blog, to remind myself of what the important shit is. via Blog-hoping as labyrinth. Continue reading Blog-hoping as labyrinth
As I’ve mentioned, or maybe not, our family has always had dogs. One of my favourites, maybe THE fav, was Goober. He was a Weimaraner. Not a champion example of the breed; he was a bit too gangly, bit too sway in the back, ears too big, just not top in his breed. But to me Goober was beautiful. He was a graceful, elegant soul. … Continue reading Goober & I
I first heard this story after the wake for Grandma, back at the farm. It is one of my favourite memories because it was the first story I remembered hearing of Grandma as a young girl – to me she was an old woman. That storytelling at wakes is a family tradition. I’ve found out so much, such different things, at those family gatherings. Continue reading Sisters, And The Stories They Tell
Today is the 4 month anniversary of my first post October 26, 2012. Three months ago I reformatted and moved that first post into the page THE PROLOGUE. That was a direct response to the reality of what this blog had become for me. The prologue was a sort of eulogy I wrote to give to the Anglican priest who was performing the service at … Continue reading I’m Four Months Old
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