The End Of The Beginning

A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the giant Catalpa Tree above their heads, its branches reaching out protectively. The observer can see the two figures beneath, standing now for almost 5 minutes, silently looking down, reading the names etched into the granite at their feet: Tinie-Kay “TK” Danforth David Grant Jodee Danforth Natalie MacEnchroe Nathan Crow Stanley Hart Jerry Hart “It seems like yesterday, … Continue reading The End Of The Beginning

What I Learnt From Charlie & Lucy

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

Within The Forest Of My Temenos

Euston Meadow ~*~ June 16th, 2015 This forest may be small, yet it is quite lovely, and a favourite of mine to explore. It has this rare and wonderful peaceful sense to it, this woods. With a serenity, I imagine may stem from the relief that it’s finally able to breath, and not smothered under garbage, and god knows what other wounds it has endured over the years. Now, thriving, with grasses blowing in the gentle breezes of late … Continue reading Within The Forest Of My Temenos

Joy & Rainy Day Garden Quotes

I love my woodland garden best on rainy days. Each drop is filtered through the Black Walnut above, and I walk along the pathway, admiring each leaf and flower. The play of light as the raindrops settle, illuminating the texture, nature & colour of each. Subtle shifts of light highlight the contrast of leaf, and I imagine the raindrops filtering through the earth towards the … Continue reading Joy & Rainy Day Garden Quotes

Two Young Stags

Where Magic Goes To Drink

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.  Charles de Lint The place was almost empty now. Thunder had been booming for the last hour, with the occasional flash of … Continue reading Where Magic Goes To Drink

Kobo, Tobacco & Coffee

The Merit And Meaning Of Unexpected Moments

Coffee, Kobo & tobacco, thus this weekend was spent in happy hours. With planting of Bleeding Hearts bought from the Annual Gathering On The Green to mark the spot, and much lounging within the space carved out within this in-between sidewalk garden. And, in between the lounging and puttering out-of-doors, I washed floors and dishes indoors. I burnt incense, and smudged whatever smidges of negativity … Continue reading The Merit And Meaning Of Unexpected Moments

Poets On Sunday | Shel Silverstein

“There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt … Continue reading Poets On Sunday | Shel Silverstein