They call me Euston, and what you see today was not alway so. I have been many things, been raped, abandoned, and abused. Although it has been decades, I know some wounds will never heal; remnants of my garbage pit days of yore. ~ ••• ~ I first met Euston in the 90’s, back when I was married. It was all in the open, and … Continue reading Looking At It Another Way
It slammed into me, this entangled mystery, a few days ago. I’ve wrestled with its myriad implications, yet can’t quite grasp onto it; atleast not entirely. Yeah, and certainly the true significance of …it… still escapes me. Oh, and scares me. Yip. As well puts the old BS meter on hi-alert. I just can not stop thinking…why? Why Why Why? Why THAT day? Out of … Continue reading Random Encounters
Well, how bout that, I suppose I will just have to sit here and watch these clouds drift by on my own. Plans fell through, and he has to work. That other me would have been sad. He’s threatened to come before, so I half expected it. Still though, point being, I’m OK with it. Actually, perhaps releaved, a little. Perhaps old lovers should stay … Continue reading when cancelling isn’t necessarily a bad thing
Trapped forever on its own, The Coves are a naturalized set of trails along the old elbow of The Thames River. It can be wild, or restrained, hilly, or grassy trails meandering along the banks. Where wildflowers grow, so do bees, and bugs, butterfly’s and birds; providing a plethora of pollinator, and seed distributors, and other propagators. One can start at Euston Meadow, or park … Continue reading Wildflower Walks By The Thames | August 2015
Thursday morn, 3 AM, whip the covers aside, leap out of bed, to something chirping/squealing under those covers. I am hiding behind the bathroom door, and I am not awake enough yet to know why. Or what. Or if I am awake. This portion is still a blur. No word of a lie Mom, something, that sounds an awful lot like a bat, was trapped … Continue reading Did I Mention A Bat Once Pooped On My Head?
It slithers in the door, drifts across the old wooden floor, floats up through the sheets I lie upon.Thoughts come unbidden to my mind – I can’t remember his voice, I’m forgetting who he was, the words he would say, the engagement of those last days before death finally had its way. Tears streak my cheeks, and grief once again pays a visit. It was … Continue reading I Am Forgetting Him
Again and again I return. There are more ecologically diverse areas in London, larger, perhaps some may say lovelier. If one includes all the woodsy ways, back roads, and other wild spaces I’ve wandered, few have captured my soul more completely though. One may find it tucked in behind busy Wharncliffe & Baseline, situated where once the city disposed of their waste. It is a … Continue reading Euston Meadow ~ revisited (again)
My wish for today To laugh, to smile, with a friend Just because I can. In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Lucky Star.” Continue reading three wishes
What moves me today, tis a soft breeze, A shady nook, a good book. That butterfly that dances by, the sound of cicadas on a mid-summer night. Perchance, i may be flirting with a new lover, while life flows, it drips, it floods, it enlightens. But that day, within the first month of new grief, opened new vistas of possibilities. And so, born that day … Continue reading What was left in Pandora’s box?
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I am broken, yet Still I am beautiful, in All that I contain Continue reading broken beauty
Today we’re stuck inside, and as the thunder rolls, and the rain falls, as she shivers and shakes by my side as I’m writing, I guess there is no walk today…but if not for her, I would be very sad and blue …without my Irish. In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.” Continue reading My Golden Muse
♥ A Review One of the great advantages of having a dog is the relatively inexpensive early warning system they provide. You know me, Mom, I can get rather absorbed, and anyone could potentially just sneak up on me unexpectedly. So if I’m inside, doing whatever, I can always hear her little bark or three, and if there be a whiney sound = they be friendly, … Continue reading Of Lost Worlds And Becoming
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
by PaulaB 