The Old Stomping Grounds: Bar Culture
Weekly Photo Challenge: Culture Continue reading The Old Stomping Grounds: Bar Culture
Month: April 2013
Out And About, eh?
This weeks Weekly Writing Challenge asks to showcase your slang. It can be a display of regional pride, a contemplation on new words you’ve heard, but still don’t quite understand, or a practice in dialogue that mimics our regular speaking patterns. As an American who grew up in Canada, I know some slang. Often growing up I was around so many words for the same … Continue reading Out And About, eh?
Blessing for Sunday
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core. W.B. Yeats [Irish writer and statesman (1865-1939)] CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
Miksang at the Camera Club
So last night my Aunt Penny picked me up at 6:30pm and off we headed (with our Tim Hortons coffee of course) to the London Camera Club meeting. I am thinking of joining it and last night they had in a presenter, this John McQuaid and his “contemplative principles” of photography. Aunt Penny is a member and she introduced me to another member last month, … Continue reading Miksang at the Camera Club
The Bannister
It is the most defining element, I think, of this house. I have many memories of that bannister. Of coming down those stairs in my prom dress (I went stag with 3 other girls who went stag) – and not because we had to, but we chose to. Defining moment in my life. I was telling those old girlfriends of mine who’d turned their back … Continue reading The Bannister
after the rush
it is quiet; now all bird chatter and sunshine and the morning light Continue reading after the rush
Blessing for Sunday
May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks. May your heart be as light as a song. May each day bring you bright happy hours That stay with you all year long. CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
More Thoughts from the Front Porch
I’ve always been a life-long learner, off on some tangent, seeking knowledge. Whether it be Geometry, Philosophy, Ancient Cultures or Psychology, I seek out bits and pieces in fits and starts; I’ve been on this quest for almost twenty-five years now. It began in my early twenties, and continues to this day. This quest is not just for the sheer pleasure it gives me though, … Continue reading More Thoughts from the Front Porch
Blog-hoping as labyrinth
“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
Early Spring Around Dodge
@ paulab | thru a lens only Early Spring Around Dodge. Continue reading Early Spring Around Dodge
The Best Grief Counselors have Four Legs
Sitting on the front porch this morning, on the front little stoop, smoking my cylinder of sin; This canine at my feet. Within a patch of sun, I massaged her toes. Bliss Tis this moment. When rain finally gives way, and the dawn brings the light, I rise. I wake with the sun, As the night sheds it mantel. She is good, this one. She … Continue reading The Best Grief Counselors have Four Legs
Goober & I
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
Sisters, And The Stories They Tell
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
by PaulaB 