More snow squalls today, I don’t watch the news really anymore so no idea if we’ll get any. I do need to go into town soon, as my supplies are running low, to nil. Nil in the toilet paper category, coffee running low. Toilet paper is being substituted by paper towel. Nice. Coffee is now being supplied via the french press, rather than the Keurig. … Continue reading Trapped in Paradise
This MERRY MAUDLIN MONDAY I decided I’d feature a musician. Loreena McKennitt could be said to be both merry as well as maudlin. She composes pieces about ancient trees in Ireland being cut down, Lady’s in distress, and arranges Shakespeare, Tennyson and Blake into music. In concert once she said inspiration for one of her pieces came whilst “flipping through Norton’s Anthology of Literature”. On … Continue reading Another Merry Maudlin Monday
Within this land of white the pines creak in the twilight And I miss thee. In this frozen squall within our footprints I fall towards the shadow. As it flutters free of the cedar tree I see. Continue reading a winter light
Lucky stars above you, Sunshine on your way, Many friends to love you, Joy in work and play, Laughter to outweigh each care, In your heart a song, And gladness waiting everywhere All your whole life long! Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
… the Newfie Neighbours shoulder Funny thing about this shot is when I took it none of us knew about the fish UNTIL just after I took the picture .. than all 3 of us heard this big SPLASH. Rotten neighbour had got into the lake before us…so I was taking a picture. Well, what a picture ;-) This post is for the ~ Weekly … Continue reading What Lies Beyond
I AM a wide open lake adrift on my hunt for home on my search for soil all my own to see again a gardeners rain on a shore a keyboard pen in hand I AM I am for the ~ Daily Prompt: Free Association Continue reading Home is the rain on my soil
Todays “TICKLE MY FANCY” blogger is Sigoese ~ A photographer with gift of capturing the essence of people, places and things. So browse around Sigoese beautiful world. Tickle My Fancy Thursday | Intro Continue reading Mimosa Pudica
“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~ I would like to thank the following for their kind nominations: From KOZO & Maudlin Family – for the Versatile Blogger Award From Rarasaur … Continue reading Bestowing Awards
AhA…bet ya didn’t see that coming? Was going to go with “Moody Monday”…but who wants to read that? MooMoo Monday? Nah. Melancholy Monday? Of course Manic Monday, but that’s a whole other story. So than the word MAUDLIN just randomly swam to the surface of my conscious mind, and so I had to get a definition, just to be sure I wasn’t just puffing smoke: … Continue reading Every Merry Maudlin Monday
This is the first “BLESSING FOR SUNDAY” post. The idea is simple ~~ I randomly pick a blessing from this book I have ‘Irish Blessings’, compiled with an introduction by Ashley Shannon, Running Press c1999 This is something I started to do in the winter of 2010 every morning at the kitchen table…I would say “thank you spirits of white light and goodness” and then … Continue reading A Blessing a Sunday
~♦~ I go out ~♦~ ~♦~ I come in ~♦~ It’s everywhere, all around are bits and pieces; those innocuous red Lanterns found on walks, and white bows from a funeral basket bring flashes. Here I can’t escape them. Every room holds more reminders of my time with Tim. I never did make it to the bedroom … tomorrow is another day. It’s not that … Continue reading Bits and pieces
Walking through silence; images flashed. Through unlit halls of learning and illusion. Dark clouds cross the visions. A wake of crows drive sparrow over the tree canopy; and the quiet moon descends. Dancing round in coals, poker hot, a flush of steam rises to the surface. Words upon words. In separate domains the cascading individuality wrenched from … Continue reading Words upon words
In that tired myth of vision and circumspect we strive to create our Noble Lie; In the blanket of time we are its prisoners. This was a time of long, billowy sheer curtains, orange rag walls, and a trio of pianos. It was a time of wine, symphony’s and lying on matching floral pattern love-seats whilst listening to “Monday Night Playhouse” on CBC Radio. We … Continue reading The Lady of the Cellar | Conclusion
