Author: paulaB
American born, Canadian raised, she/her, blogger, photographer, writer, history buff.
Duck, Duck, Goose
Out and about downtown yesterday. Popped into the Dollarama for a spray bottle (for my lavender water face spritz – good for oily skin and inducing happiness) and a little watering can – $2.50. My purchases made me very happy. Also went hunting for a case for my eReader, but no luck in that corner. So, after walking around downtown, I swung up Richmond and … Continue reading Duck, Duck, Goose
May Day and Magnolias
Last night on our walk, there was a gentle rain. It fell so delicately, it was like a cleansing mist. It was dusk, and the last vestiges of light defined the gentle blush of the new magnolia blossoms in front of the Catholic Church around the corner. Beginnings – Beltane Beltane was one of four Gaelic seasonal festivals: Samhain (~1 November), Imbolc (~1 February), Beltane … Continue reading May Day and Magnolias
Luriana, Lurilee
from: LEONARD WOOLF: A BIOGRAPHY by Victoria Glendinning There was a poem called “Luriana Lurilee” which meant something to them both – Leonard quoted a stanza from it in Growing, and Virginia in To the Lighthouse. It conveys the spirit of the private Garden of Eden inhabited by Leonard and Virginia when all was well. Luriana, Lurilee by Charles Isaac Elton Come out and climb … Continue reading Luriana, Lurilee
A Poem – A
such savagery diminishes upon that street. the wars the horrors the weeping the loss and wasted beauty. with content it shreds with letters not read and lies to their soul. When will the lessons be learned. due, far, far overdue is the renaissance of shadows. these streams of conscious thought, delight, they awake a hunger for more. More than a hundred forgotten faces, and names … Continue reading A Poem – A
Princes & Pirates & Paupers
I’ve sat here for the last half hour pondering what I wish to write about; heck, I’ve been pondering it for days. Everything inside my head is disjointed. On the bus the other day I got thinking about all the loves of my life. From the short-lived trysts, the long-winded disasters, each have defined a particular time in my life. Maybe that’s it? That THEY … Continue reading Princes & Pirates & Paupers
Village Sketches: The Divine One And His Servant
What is it, exactly, that makes a place charming? What orchestrates those that inhabit these environs of grace. For, tis these idiosyncratic sorts that truly give a place its splendid character. Such as the vignette I came upon yesterday at the end of our (Irish and I) hike along the Thames. As we were strolling down the main thoroughfare, Irish has at this point scrapped … Continue reading Village Sketches: The Divine One And His Servant
Poets on Sunday: D.H. Lawrence
The Enkindled Spring by D. H. Lawrence This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze Of growing, and … Continue reading Poets on Sunday: D.H. Lawrence
The Well Of Joy And Fate
Have wondered of late why exactly it was that my little digital Weather Station had been over estimating (under estimating?) the temperature outside. Certainly I knew it was in the shade, but it was WAY off – therefore, instigating me to dress like I’m storming the Sahara at night. Turns out the outdoor base unit fell into the basement window well. Well, of course it’s … Continue reading The Well Of Joy And Fate
Scent and Flowers
I write to you, because you wrote to me. Every year of my life you wrote. Simple stuff, silly stuff, stuff I couldn’t possibly share. Rare, and forgotten…and just for that briefest of moments, you are there. And so I write for you, to you, and maybe a way for you to perhaps write back thru me. I went out today and bought scent and … Continue reading Scent and Flowers
Growing Up With A Stick In Her Hand
Hockey in Canada is BIG (case ya didn’t know). This week THE HOMESTEAD was all abuzz as my oldest niece on Sunday won Gold at the Women’s Hockey Association Provincials’. Dang, it’s for me beyond words and I’m so incredibly proud. With stick in hand, this young girl defends the line for her team. Watchful, patient and determined, she is a true team player. For … Continue reading Growing Up With A Stick In Her Hand
My Irish Blessing
She is sweet, kind, caring, smart, and forgiving. Some days she is my only friend. She is my confidant, and a mood-altering gift. She is patient and her love is without conditions. She is my world, and I am hers. When I come home, it is her exuberance that greets me at the door. She is my blessing. She will please and please, and be … Continue reading My Irish Blessing
i have waited so long for thee
spring day for beginnings, and endings, shall set me free. on the threshold the path this road I travel tis toward the space out of time the breeze the scent of me. how shall I spend you? this day. this glorious day. this day this marvelous day I will indulge in the smell of you. O spring day. Cliché? Touché !! but I do not … Continue reading i have waited so long for thee
by PaulaB 