Just for the record, I didn’t just get up one morning and decide to quit my job. I did wake up one morning in a state of anguish at the thought of returning to that place. And, yes, I walked out the door, got on a bus, and walked into HR and told them in person I QUIT. Why? Because that was the right thing … Continue reading Shifting Gears At 48 Makes Me Ache From Head To Foot
Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and … Continue reading Poets On Sunday | Robert Hayden
Dispenses Candy or Gum Has Googly Eyes Is Blue …for the Weekly Photo Challenge | Eye Spy Continue reading I Spy Something That…
As Autumn turns to Winter, I am dancing away and that which once haunted my periphery. Made my way back to The Coves. Those abandoned Apple Trees helped me to cope with a dying marriage. And thinking this morn of how Tim LOVED going for walks he would have loved these places. No bossy Tim, no lying Tim, no addicted Tim, no dying Tim, just … Continue reading Miles Away From Grey
“There’s nothing fundamentally wrong with people. Given a story to enact that puts them in accord with the world, they will live in accord with the world. But given a story to enact that puts them at odds with the world, as yours does, they will live at odds with the world. Given a story to enact in which they are the lords of the … Continue reading The Logistics Of Change, Lessons, And The Pursuit Of Happiness
for the Weekly Photo Challenge | Transition photographed with: Canon Elph135 edited in: Photo Editor Location: Euston Meadow Continue reading A Maple In Transition
its far away, and sometimes not. but the calender says, three years, and thirty three days, as of yesterday. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ … this post is part of The Weekly Photo Challenge | Trio Continue reading 333 And Over A Thousand Days
I’d come home from school, and there you’d be in the basement, blasting the 45’s… The Supremes, Temptations, Four Tops. You’d be bouncing around like some maniac. So I wanted to play you this… just because… love Paula Continue reading Just Because
I’m not political, least not like I was; pedalling opinions around freely, under the misconception that it mattered. Now, I’m not saying my opinions don’t matter, or that I should always keep them to myself. Rather more that circumstances just warrant more sober thought, more listening, less expression of beliefs, ideologies, values, prejudice or what not. Some times you just gotta chill out, and sniff … Continue reading 5 Ways To Chill Out, And Other Unsolicited Advice
Ventured again around the corner to Crossroad Man’s. His best friend, who is also an ex-lover, dropped in after I got there. The three of us had a lovely dinner, drank some beers, chatted. After she left, we chatted some more, and then we headed over to my place { I refuse to sleep at his place, the ceilings in his rooms are all full … Continue reading On That Attendant Spirit From Our Birth, and Woe Be To Those Who Deny It
A brief, and subtle silence fills the air just behind me. I turn and find Irish just standing beside the bed, doing nothing, just paused, the quiet hum of the sleeping residence of this once fine old brick farmhouse is suspended. There is nothing to see, only felt. A knowing. He was just here Mom, I just know. Just standing there, over my right shoulder, … Continue reading Going With My Gut
Viral news articles fly around the internet like milkweed seeds, and compassion seems to be reserved for kitty cats. Poverty, and all the myriad aspects that cause, as well as exacerbate, are looked on as mere!y the problems of those not trying hard enough. So this week on Facebook some article from the CBC was flying about, originally published in November 2000. Basically, Ontario plans … Continue reading Give Me Your Weak, Your Poor, And Other Forgotten Values
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