in the bohemian grace of daffodils and whispering pines we are swaying, dancing our last waltz on a fresh path destined to opposite ways and goodbyes thru a twilight mist it fades campfire & squeeze-box and the glow of embers illuminate the moonlight and the fading coyotes call far off in the distance as we languish on these tired lines finding solace in the glow … Continue reading Remnants of a lake
There is a place I roam, a short walk away from my back door. After the quiet village streets, the little forested glen charms you. It leads past old apple trees, young oaks and majestic Maples, through a twisty and almost sentient and hopeful forest. Up the grassy hill you are drawn. It’s said this place is haunted. Yet I believe it’s merely been wounded. … Continue reading Thru The Enchanted Glen
May you have warm words on a cold evening, A Full Moon on a dark night, And the road downhill all the way to your door. CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
She stood so still, I wasn’t sure at first if I was seeing things or not. I can’t see so well anymore far away. Something inside me said it was a living thing, standing there on the other side of the field of corn. I took this first photo not sure if I was photographing an old pile of scrap wood, or a big beautiful … Continue reading The Deer And I
I’m almost through my second container of Rae’s Honey I bought just before I moved down here in March. I guess I can order some more to be delivered via the Facebook page, but it won’t be the same. I bought these containers from the local grocery store, but Tim and I used to stop in right at their store in Holland Centre on our … Continue reading The Last Of The Honey Pot
Looking for a job within a region with the highest unemployment rate in the country is challenging. I’ve been on the hunt now for almost 5 months or more. I mean, I gave myself some grace in the first few months after Tim died, but was still looking, still planning and re-writing the live script, as it were, er, resume, or updating some new job … Continue reading Visualizations Of An Unemployed Widow
May 14, 1974 Well here it is 9:30PM & Paula has just gone to bed to-nite for the 3rd time. Hates going to bed. Just like her mother was & is. Even tho’ she eats a good supper now always has to have something before she can go to bed. Never goes without getting up 3 or 4 times. Afraid she’s going to miss something. … Continue reading from The Red Duo-Tang: Me at 7
Leave the party while you can still walk. I can’t stress that enough. AND, while you can walk at a sustained pace for approximately 30 minutes (or whatever the length of your journey). Add another, oh, 10, maybe 15 minutes to that timeframe since how long it took you to get there will not be the same amount of time it takes you to get … Continue reading Advice From A Drunk Pedestrian
Yes, this is our May Long Weekend up here in the Great White North. A weekend dedicated to gardening, camping, campfires, neighbourhood bbq’s, etc. Tis the Queens birthday, and being what we are {and WHERE we are}, May 2 4 is really a celebration of the days getting longer and warmer. Usually though it’s god awful. We partook of the campfire, bbq and beer with … Continue reading Blessed Be May 2 4 Weekend
If Ever I’m A Money’d Man, I Mean, Please God, To Cast My Golden Anchor In the Place Where Youthful Years Were Pass’d Though Heads That Bow Are Black and Brown Must Meanwhile Gather Grey New Faces Rise By Every Hearth, And Old Ones Drop Away — Yet Dearer Still That Irish Hill Than All the World Beside; It’s Home, Sweet Home, Where’er I Roam, … Continue reading Blessing For Sunday
i stand alone but i am not free i never was from the other one who looks back at me through the reflection it builds a wall within of fears and webs scratching at the barrier of my solitude in shadows of sin and pints of joy it smiles at the pain it causes the bone to chill and the soul to whither and all … Continue reading from bone to soul
Fur askew after a night ensconced on the floor of someones room, I get a furry head and doggy breath from Irish. This warms me as much as the coffee I’m drinking, as she nestles her head into my lap for her morning scratch. Out the door we go for her morning constitutional, I with my cylinder of sin and she with her nose in … Continue reading Lilacs And Dog Breath
… happen to be Canadian, yet not all. Some are more intangible, like the way light can illuminate pine cones on an Old Norway Spruce, or how Green Mountain Kenya AA Coffee tastes. I love Robertson Davies (Canadian Author) just as much as I love Neil Young (Canadian Musician), and for completely different reasons. I admire Neil Young’s integrity, as much as I revel in … Continue reading Some Of My Favourite Things
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