Within The Forest Of My Temenos

Euston Meadow ~*~ June 16th, 2015 This forest may be small, yet it is quite lovely, and a favourite of mine to explore. It has this rare and wonderful peaceful sense to it, this woods. With a serenity, I imagine may stem from the relief that it’s finally able to breath, and not smothered under garbage, and god knows what other wounds it has endured over the years. Now, thriving, with grasses blowing in the gentle breezes of late … Continue reading Within The Forest Of My Temenos

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Gardens

Joy & Rainy Day Garden Quotes

I love my woodland garden best on rainy days. Each drop is filtered through the Black Walnut above, and I walk along the pathway, admiring each leaf and flower. The play of light as the raindrops settle, illuminating the texture, nature & colour of each. Subtle shifts of light highlight the contrast of leaf, and I imagine the raindrops filtering through the earth towards the … Continue reading Joy & Rainy Day Garden Quotes

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Tales Of The Village

As the The Crow Fly’s

“I don’t want to live in the kind of world where we don’t look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.” Charles de Lint “Darlin’, darlin’, and how goes the afternoon? That … Continue reading As the The Crow Fly’s

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Tales Of The Village

Where Magic Goes To Drink

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone. Charles de Lint The place was almost empty now. Thunder had been booming for the last hour, with the occasional flash of … Continue reading Where Magic Goes To Drink

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Tales Of The Village

The Buck Stops Here

Perched at the bar, tippy toes gingerly resting on the only remaining rung on the stool… of course the last. One hand clutching this glass of badly poured Guinness, waiting on the big giant head to settle, so I go back to pretending to give a shite about the Hockey game on the TV. I wonder now if running away back home was the best … Continue reading The Buck Stops Here

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letters

The Merit And Meaning Of Unexpected Moments

Coffee, Kobo & tobacco, thus this weekend was spent in happy hours. With planting of Bleeding Hearts bought from the Annual Gathering On The Green to mark the spot, and much lounging within the space carved out within this in-between sidewalk garden. And, in between the lounging and puttering out-of-doors, I washed floors and dishes indoors. I burnt incense, and smudged whatever smidges of negativity … Continue reading The Merit And Meaning Of Unexpected Moments

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pictures, Poets

Poets On Sunday | Shel Silverstein

“There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt … Continue reading Poets On Sunday | Shel Silverstein

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pictures

Childish Things | VIVID

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.” Continue reading Childish Things | VIVID

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letters

Would Jane Play Hockey?

“I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.” ― Jane Austen, Persuasion Mom, I don’t envy your granddaughters, growing up amongst this interconnected, opinionated, expectant, perfect seeking, exposed and socialized society. Media professing save the earth, woman’s rights, and wrongs. The door … Continue reading Would Jane Play Hockey?

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Dogs

With Blind Faith And A Bohemian Heart

I realized the strangest thing after ditching D3, I was happier. He began as a Crossroads Man, and that I fear he shall remain. Perhaps a lesson? Always. Everyone they say you meet is in some way a lesson…if we choose to see it that way. My sensual Leo nature purred, and I learned somewhere along the way in my travels that I’d gained a … Continue reading With Blind Faith And A Bohemian Heart

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Gardens, pictures

The In-Between Garden

On the way to one pathway or another, lies my little woodland. Between the bank and the wall, just outside my stoop. At the end of my working day, as I’m on my way in the door, it beckons me to languish within its peaceful in-between. Hidden away behind the hedge, lies my tranquility, my zen space. In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo … Continue reading The In-Between Garden

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pictures

Wild Walks of London | Set One

Today I ventured once again to the Soho District. It’s a new area London is trying to revitalize. The Old Vic Hospital is now gone, and some sort of condo, or hi-rise complex, or some such is going in somewhere near. Some of the older buildings have been kept, but no clue yet what they’re doing with them. The area though runs along the Thames … Continue reading Wild Walks of London | Set One

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letters

Unsent Letters

“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” ~ e.e. cummings ~ You know, the thing that has always struck me is that I’d been through that cabinet, how many times? How did I never see that letter before? I’ve found boxes of old gloves, your wedding album, boxes of old photos. Those words, written upon soft and lovely paper, in pencil, … Continue reading Unsent Letters

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