Who Is Polly Unfurled?
I watch them. Their ways, their means, their choices, their habits. I watch their leaves turn to the light, see what they like, don’t like, watch their roots in glass vessels grow. Continue reading Who Is Polly Unfurled?
Author: paulaB
American born, Canadian raised, she/her, blogger, photographer, poet, history buff, armchair politics bumpkin.
I Dream Of Ali
A malaise. A disenchantment. A depth without depth. Caitlin at Broadside blog recently penned an inspiring piece, citing a New York Times article, calling it… well… a languishing. It was like I was in dormancy (of which I know a thing or three, now, thanx to Ali and a tribe of Alocasia’s). Languishing is the neglected middle child of mental health. It’s the void between … Continue reading I Dream Of Ali
Tales Of A Hoosier
Things have stories, memories attached, bits of, scraps of, little pieces of our life. Of ancestors, voices from our past whisper, happy or sad, I love things that have a rich provenance. I suppose it grounds me, tea towel in the wind I once could be, or so mom always said. Continue reading Tales Of A Hoosier
The Taming Of The Hua Hua
Guess we are copacetic… small and snarlly when touched (well, in ways we find displeasing… which is most ways), but generally a pleasant companion. Continue reading The Taming Of The Hua Hua
Snowy Day On The Coves Trail
Struggling To Understand Those Mysterious Fellow Americans, and My Trump Voting Father
#Longreads – Mom once told me that before he started his truck to start the day, he had this thing he did on his leg. Some hoodoo mark thing he’d have to do just right, or start over, and as he did it he would pray for us, to keep us safe. Continue reading Struggling To Understand Those Mysterious Fellow Americans, and My Trump Voting Father
Zen, and the Art Of Surfing the Ebb and Flow Of Bullsh!t
As an American who grew up in Canada, over the last number of months, hoping I was wrong about this growing reality that Trvmp was mounting what experts of historical authoritarians call a self-coup. Continue reading Zen, and the Art Of Surfing the Ebb and Flow Of Bullsh!t
How’d 2020 Suck For YOU?
When this year started, I had a job, no real plans, per se, but goals. Stuff on the list that had been there for years, like finally in the fall getting my teeth done. So many things had aligned, or so I thought, so we all thought, and this was the year. I thought. But, then, the skidding landscape of 2020 laughed its evil maniacal … Continue reading How’d 2020 Suck For YOU?
Illumination Of Farrokhzad
She lived poetry, within the words, reveals the cracks in the armour of her life, rebelled against the ties that meant to bind her. No poet of old in her, but a modern voice of women, and men, coming of age in the struggles of a people at odds with tradition. She was, an iconic iconoclast. Continue reading Illumination Of Farrokhzad
Finding Mirabai
She broke the rules, she was seen in the company of men, she was called promiscuous, accused of defiling her families honour, transgresses moral and social norms [ibid]. She was radical, but she was true to herself. Continue reading Finding Mirabai
Wee Wanker Barks A Lot And Other Learnings From My Rookie Year as A Chihuahua Mom
So, apparently lil’P ‘doesn’t like her lilac sweater. Ms picky pup maybe thinks it’s too girly for her? Anywho, basically, she just kept walking out of it whenever she got a chance, I’d turn around and there she’d left it on the ground in her wake… naked and fancy-free. I guess she prefers this plaid one I bought on sale end of last winter that … Continue reading Wee Wanker Barks A Lot And Other Learnings From My Rookie Year as A Chihuahua Mom
Delusions And Deflections Of A Loser
Whilst counting the days till the Don is gone, and all his goons, I watch the great and the good, the poor and the wealthy, the intellectuals and the couch potato politicians spar on whether the commander of chaos and cons followers {marks} are redeemable. Standing back watching as this all transpires down yonder in the land of my birth, watching them more at odds, … Continue reading Delusions And Deflections Of A Loser
capturing
nostalgic pathwaysfor days only beige and brownautumn reminds me Continue reading capturing
The Temenos Journal 