it drifts down dolomites of death hanging over our heads, as grief drips, drips from our heart it breathes in cave air punctuated with shadows light streams in my lips an open sore a gap of time with no tales Where to go? breath alone, and along the way I pause to say … but you are not there within those corridors along lonely halls … Continue reading That Wisp of Longing
Last evening, once I had written my post, and settled down from yesterday’s ordeals…my sister calls… gotta listen to this song she says. [featured photo is me and Mom – c1970 – I was 3] Earlier she had done my, hit random and ask your question to the music “thang”…and this is what it gave her ~~ Coldplay’s latest album ‘Mylo Xyloto’ released in 2011 … Continue reading Living Amongst Gravestones and Ancestors
Bit by bit, life erodes these ideas one has. Dreams, goals, aspirations, all grand schemes are subject to moderation, and the changing climate of life. Today as the weather outside dips, and moisture freezes on the window panes, I find myself with little to say. I awake, and drink my coffee, smoke my cigs and go about the morning routine that has defined me these … Continue reading An Ode to Lost Things
It lies on my bed, to protect my quilt from the ravages of doggy fur. It once covered my dying lover, in the last days of his life. Today the WordPress Daily Prompt asks; Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative … Continue reading A Touch of Forgiveness
Whether the team is digging to unearth an Iron Age village, or a vanished Roman Villa, or even a Norman Castle, I’m all over it, I can’t help it, I’m hooked. I don’t recall when I saw my first episode, but I immediately became a full on fan of the show. Time Team, unlike most programs on archaeology, is not there to give you this neatly … Continue reading I Am A Time Team Addict
NO More, No more, no more. She said, no more. No more, She said again; just to be sure. hiding, lying no more. No More being dead deaf dumb bled. No more she said. Of walking away no more. run You saw me but I said No more. I remember why but no more can I deny the reason why. Should I too haunt the … Continue reading No More
I decided last night that the flowery flag at my stoop had to go. As I was exchanging the flowery flag for the loons flag, I recalled the day I had bought that Loony flag. It was the day I came back, the day Tim picked me up from the Homestead, in November of 2010. The day I decided to go back to him, and … Continue reading The Loon Flag is Hung
Defines, the very essence of who I want to be. With every breath, there is the grace, of a kind, beautiful, soul. She moves, loves, and never hates, this woman I have in mind. I take her with me on walks, and she’s there every time I talk, this woman I have in mind. She inspires, and I admire, her smile and her cool style. And the … Continue reading That Woman
In my last post I mentioned following my wyrd. I want to expand on that, as it’s a concept I’ve bounced around with often in the past. It’s a paraphrasing of a quote I ran into…years ago “follow your weird, ladies and gentlemen, forget trying to pass for normal“. Does anyone know what that’s from? I had a hard time finding really a good reference … Continue reading This is Wyrd, or am I Weird?
The Homestead has a new addition…her name is Stella. She is a 16 week old bundle of puppy goodness…with gigantic paws, and gangly legs. She is a hybrid/mutt…part this part that…just like her golden cousin, Irish. With her long legs, and her big, ol’paws, to say she looks awkward is an understatement…and of course as cute as a button. From her puppy dog eyes, down … Continue reading Stella, the Black Irish Lass~y
Walls for the wind And a roof for the rain, And drinks by the fire. Laughter to cheer you And those you love near you And all that your heart my desire! from the book ~ Irish Blessings Continue reading Irish Blessings
So there was poor Fred, all hunched over in the middle of my Sisters van. He’s not very happy right now. Like, at all. Dry as a bone too…my sister doesn’t, ahem, have a green thumb. Not black, just…not green. She had picked me up earlier in the day, her and the girls (my nieces). We went out to lunch, just the 4 of us…I … Continue reading Moving Fred To His New Home
She’s just a mutt…yet as with many dogs, she is so much more. Showing up in the midst of a blizzard back in January of 2010, she came just in time to our door. Lost, cold, and scared, we welcomed her in with love. Actually, I fell in love with her at first sight…she melted my heart. There she stood, in all her golden fluffiness, … Continue reading The Teacher and I
by PaulaB 