a meditative ride
to breath, to get out to feel the wind in my hair on asphalt the path opens vistas inside Continue reading a meditative ride
Author: paulaB
American born, Canadian raised, she/her, blogger, photographer, writer, history buff.
A Late Summer Walk
Angel’s Wings And Fighting Monsters
Last night was relatively quiet, as I tucked myself in for the evening. Somewhere out in the village, someone has a radio on maybe, playing old country tunes? Just too far away to hear who is singing, but someone with a Patsy Cline twang. I certainly will admit, I find it a hard thing to achieve, this not thinking so much. I think cycling is … Continue reading Angel’s Wings And Fighting Monsters
An Afternoon Walk In The Wilds Of London
Thank You For The Experience, Dude, Cheerio
Well, apparently, from what I read and experienced of late it is my wide open door nature and my faith in humanity that causes some of my difficulties. I guess I need to say NO more. Although, I’ve also come a long way since Tim. Don’t know if you read that post of mine from yesterday Mom yet, but been processing some cold truths. Taking … Continue reading Thank You For The Experience, Dude, Cheerio
Dog Biscuits
I forgot to buy dog treats, and when she came up to me last night and waggled her fluffy blond head I just instinctively went to the cupboard, reached in, and there was nothing. Let’s just say she was not very happy with me. Once I had completely and totally convinced her I had nothing, oh my word, the LOOK! Head down, sitting glumly in … Continue reading Dog Biscuits
Life After, And How To Recognize A Psychopath
This morning I woke up real early, and couldn’t sleep. Lots going on lately, in my personal life, and I had some questions about some stuff. I’m trying to break habits, recognize patterns. So I guess it began with a search for the definition of Narcissism, and it just snowballed. That’s how I came across this article, and read the following: People with this disorder … Continue reading Life After, And How To Recognize A Psychopath
on the edge
the place between the light and the dark is where you find the lost tendrils of sadness wrapped around your legs entrapped by false desire and with lies they gain your trust their faithless values I will not be naked stripped bare again the victim on the edge. Continue reading on the edge
An Epicurean Way
To Sue, he is ‘Uncle Dick. To her daughter he’s D3. To me, he is Crossroad.Man. I don’t even know what to think. You know, I’ve been writing this post for a week now. And every day something changed. Kept going back, re-editing, changing my approach, dancing, dancing. Around. As the script changed. Lets not get into the details, really. Certainly the details are significant. … Continue reading An Epicurean Way
Ah! Sunflower, by William Blake
Ah! sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller’s journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves and aspire; Where my sunflower wishes to go. William Blake, 1757 – 1827 Continue reading Ah! Sunflower, by William Blake
To Be Fey And Shui
In response to The Weekly Photo Challenge | Mirror It’s a trend in gardening to create ‘fairy houses’, ‘fairy places’, and in general creating a sort of Tolkienesque shire-like space. Whilst playing with Feng Shui principals regarding directing energy within a space, and so I have begun to add mirrors to my garden. Beginning with these that Crossroad.Man gave me. A garden can create places … Continue reading To Be Fey And Shui
The Quieting Of The Wilde Childe
I love where I live. I’m on the edge. I can ‘hear’ Friday night. I can hear people going places, visiting friends, bars, somewhere. Always. Like some sort of lemmings, the night sounds are alive and move in all directions, together. I can hear it all happening. And I can be a part, without taking part. I suppose that is the comfort and joy of … Continue reading The Quieting Of The Wilde Childe
Take It From One Who Knows
Dear Paula, And well you should be. You have plenty to be grateful for, Paula. Besides the obvious, your food, shelter, and job… you have a family, friends, and hope. That, my dear, is precious. It is fascinating that with age comes a kind of wisdom, born more from experience, than intelligence. Also, a particular compassion. I found that myself. At about your age, come … Continue reading Take It From One Who Knows
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