on bended knee I beg the dark for what is yet to be when loss robs me of my heart with lies to block my eyes a truth in serenity awaits that embrace of shadows of the past and longings not yet seen of earthly delights; it hides within the quiet corners with dreams shot thru in the morning light magnolia memories embrace me within … Continue reading Magnolia Blooms
it just feels good to cry to lay my grief down and acknowledge from blue day sunshine that muddled path behind the hazy way ahead; quiet moments within released and wet my weary mind on bloodrooted walkways under long shadows down thru that swampy mill and up along the grey paved way underneath that sky but I cry for things which are lost for that … Continue reading somedays
Weekly Photo Challenge: Culture Continue reading The Old Stomping Grounds: Bar Culture
This weeks Weekly Writing Challenge asks to showcase your slang. It can be a display of regional pride, a contemplation on new words you’ve heard, but still don’t quite understand, or a practice in dialogue that mimics our regular speaking patterns. As an American who grew up in Canada, I know some slang. Often growing up I was around so many words for the same … Continue reading Out And About, eh?
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core. W.B. Yeats [Irish writer and statesman (1865-1939)] CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
So last night my Aunt Penny picked me up at 6:30pm and off we headed (with our Tim Hortons coffee of course) to the London Camera Club meeting. I am thinking of joining it and last night they had in a presenter, this John McQuaid and his “contemplative principles” of photography. Aunt Penny is a member and she introduced me to another member last month, … Continue reading Miksang at the Camera Club
It is the most defining element, I think, of this house. I have many memories of that bannister. Of coming down those stairs in my prom dress (I went stag with 3 other girls who went stag) – and not because we had to, but we chose to. Defining moment in my life. I was telling those old girlfriends of mine who’d turned their back … Continue reading The Bannister
it is quiet; now all bird chatter and sunshine and the morning light Continue reading after the rush
May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks. May your heart be as light as a song. May each day bring you bright happy hours That stay with you all year long. CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
I’ve always been a life-long learner, off on some tangent, seeking knowledge. Whether it be Geometry, Philosophy, Ancient Cultures or Psychology, I seek out bits and pieces in fits and starts; I’ve been on this quest for almost twenty-five years now. It began in my early twenties, and continues to this day. This quest is not just for the sheer pleasure it gives me though, … Continue reading More Thoughts from the Front Porch
“I am in awe of the beautifully sincere and profoundly moving creative souls there are on our spinning ball. As I blog-hop along” I wrote that November 3, 2012 – I had been blogging one week. Just re-read this old post, and had to share. This is another reason why I blog, to remind myself of what the important shit is. via Blog-hoping as labyrinth. Continue reading Blog-hoping as labyrinth
@ paulab | thru a lens only Early Spring Around Dodge. Continue reading Early Spring Around Dodge
Sitting on the front porch this morning, on the front little stoop, smoking my cylinder of sin; This canine at my feet. Within a patch of sun, I massaged her toes. Bliss Tis this moment. When rain finally gives way, and the dawn brings the light, I rise. I wake with the sun, As the night sheds it mantel. She is good, this one. She … Continue reading The Best Grief Counselors have Four Legs
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