“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” Albert Einstein Endings, beginnings, death and life, these cyclic events define so much, show so much, expose so much, and are rife with emotions. Let’s start with the endings. The first ending felt like abandonment, and took me, all of us really, it took over a decade to get past, to … Continue reading Endings, Choices, And What Happens After
Thames River – Deshkan Ziibi (“Antler River”) in Anishnaabemowin, the Ojibwe language spoken by Anishnaabe peoples. LOCATION: Harris Park, London, Ontario, Canada Continue reading They Called It The Antler River
Truth be told, and I imagine I am not alone in this, I can not bring myself to watch it. I know what, when, how, where, and most definitely whom… do or do not, just getter’ done. Republicans in the U.S. Senate seem to be a tad preoccupied with concern over Trump putting their head on a pike if they don’t do his bidding… which … Continue reading Puppy Butt VS The Impeachment Trial
it washed the shadowsaway, if just for todayfor Pika and i Continue reading the hazy light
sun glistenscasting mid-afternoon shadow her little puppy feetprancing thru the snowand down we goto the East Pondlistening to bird songCardinals and Warblers and chicka-dee-dee off in the shrubberynew smells and things to see Continue reading to the pond with Pika
Things that laid the groundwork for where we are today. Or, at least where some Americans are, as the majority are no longer falling for the feed the rich starve the poor, the wealthy are gods we shall allow free rein to reign, and call it Oligarchy, Aristocracy, Autocracy, or whatnot, most aren’t haven’ it. ” Democracy […] is dead in America “ For what … Continue reading Death Throes, And The Fourth Industrial Revolution
As my bag of tissue fills up, *sniff sniff* … *atchoooo*, so I’ve been home sick, horizontal fading in and out between old Time Team specials, or vertical in my chair perusing the news, as it steamrolled through. Which of course also means that Pika Poo had my undivided attention, and spent her time between my lap, or skidding o’er the vinyl floor after a … Continue reading Truth And Lies In A Time Of Selfies
If a couple pieces of bread are mouldy, do you throw out the whole loaf? Do you ignore the mouldy bits and consume it anyways? Take things out of the broader context due to desperation, making decisions out of dire necessity, rather than from a calm consideration of our own best interests. And, what we would consume does often depend on how desperate one was, … Continue reading The Significance Of Diplomacy And Lights In The Dark
Break in the rain yesterday afternoon, and on a whim decided to take Pika for a walk, and why is it do you imagine, when wearing barefeet in rubber boots, jacket thrown on, with the ragged eaten away BamBam jammie shirt she destroyed peeking out, like I’m wearing the skin of some wild cat underneath, hair wrapped up on my head, that’s when ya run … Continue reading This Too Shall Pass, They Are Not Puppies For Long
I am seriously blessed to work for a company that, while they may not do get everything right, and what company does, but dang, they get the important stuff. So, early last summer at work they sat us down in the meeting room, HR person from HQ was there, and she proceeded to tell me things bout LGBTQQIP2SAA that actually left me jaw-dropped stunned at … Continue reading So, About My Modus Operandi And The Shrapnel Of My Delusions
When I was in my late teens, early 20s, my parents had this male Doberman, named Murphy. He was beautiful. They got him as a puppy, and I remember how feisty and how furiously he would grab your pant legs, attack anything that moved, and when he was a puppy it was cute, but he was stubborn, he was a real challenge. Highly intelligent, high-strung, … Continue reading The Warp And The Weft Of A Cocky Chihuahua
It was October 2002, and living in my highrise apartment at the edge of Lake Ontario, with my new job and Congress had just told Bush Jr to have at’r, bomb Baghdad back to the Stone Age. Based on lies and quasi-intelligence from questionable sources, and I remember watching Bushy selling his wares to the politicos in Washington, sitting in my sisters living room, yelling … Continue reading Assassination, Retaliation, Instigation, Calculation, But Is He Just A Puppet On A String?
Caught between a paradise and a prison, in a web of lies, by lakeside, under a narcissists control, she was lonely, sad, carrying around a broken heart, wounded by life’s raw deal, that woman was an easy mark. So, that decade ended last night. That her, that once was has been changed, piece by piece. Facing her head on, finally began to see her for … Continue reading Images And Ideologies Of My Deconstruction Decade
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