“Trees, for example, carry the memory of rainfall. In their rings we read ancient weather—storms, sunlight, and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history, which each tree remembers even after it has been felled.” ― Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces When I was a child my Grandmothers house was shaded year round by these giant Norway Spruce, Maples, and Walnuts our Grandfather … Continue reading The Worth Of Trees
We have this picture of me taken the summer of 1983, and the freckles on my face have quadrupled, and I’m smiling like an idiot cause it is my birthday. It was taken at the yellow brick bungalow beside Grandma’s where I grew up, just after blowing out 16 candles. In truth, I don’t really remember the day, but we have this picture from that … Continue reading Of Love And Lana Del Rey Before Dawn
So for part three of this best of series I chose this one I suppose because of its truth and healing. This series took me back to one of the most difficult times, at the close of the 20th century. Posted originally January 2nd, 2013, was another time of great change. I guess I am proudest of these posts. After the Helium posts I carried … Continue reading The Best Of ¦ part 3 in three parts
Dad and I were on the front porch back at The Homestead last time he was up from North Carolina, sitting in those Muskoka Chairs (or Adirondack if you’re American). It was a hot summer day, and he’d been busy over the last hour killing flies, and with a flick of the swatter disposing of their bodies between the floorboards. Dad is a news junkie, … Continue reading Good Fences Make Good Neighbours
Back when I was 19 I thought that when I fell in love that, of course, it would be forever. Prince Charming would waltz in at some pre-ordained moment, magic would spark and the very air would tingle, and, and, yeah, what a naive putz I was. So far has not worked out that way. Not by a long shot. Love, actually, has been as … Continue reading Never Fall In Love With A Mean Drunk Artist With A Broken Heart
You dropped me off that first day, and outside the annex was this group of punk rockers, with their Mohawks and ripped clothes, combat boots and attitude. Remember you turned to me and said: “If you come home looking like that, don’t bother coming home”. I think you were a bit shocked, as that was not how you saw artists. You wanted this for me, … Continue reading We Were The Breakfast Club
This morning I woke up real early, and couldn’t sleep. Lots going on lately, in my personal life, and I had some questions about some stuff. I’m trying to break habits, recognize patterns. So I guess it began with a search for the definition of Narcissism, and it just snowballed. That’s how I came across this article, and read the following: People with this disorder … Continue reading Life After, And How To Recognize A Psychopath
Lately, my binge-watching of history docs has had more focus. Being a total history geek anyways, I’ve found a new fascination with ancient civilisations. I’ve always been interested in ancient societies. However, there has been a shift in our understanding, often gained from our ever advancing own ‘tool use’; and that’s what I find interesting. That, and sometimes it’s perhaps the tools themselves that get … Continue reading What Doth The Earth Conceal From Us?
Once, somewhere far, far away stood a gate. Under mere stone and mortar multitudes walked; maybe. They walked all the way from paradise towards the unknown; otherwise known as civilization. Or so we say. One could argue this region is the birth of a great shift Homo Sapien Sapien made (us), from hunter-gatherer to pastoralist, to farmer, to simplify thousand or so years that process … Continue reading Is This The Legend Of Us?
§ Part Two § On foot, camera in hand, the landscape surrounded me. With gently rising pastures, broken only by hedgerows and ancient split rail fences. The only sound, the birds and the crunch of the gravel underfoot. Those days will be remembered as much for their dichotomy, as for the grief. Suppose, really, all four years with Tim were the best of times, and … Continue reading The Random Happiness Files ~/~ And Around And Around We Go
§ Part One § The year was 1989, and we had moved there from this dinky attic apartment downtown. This new place was spacious, backing onto the Thames, with generous size rooms, high ceilings, and neat architectural features. Oh, and it had a back deck. It was there we first brought the kittens home, and named them Gizmo and Shoe. It was there that my … Continue reading The Random Happiness Files ~/~ When The Walls Came Tumbling Down
The Bell Tavern was where 26-year-old Martin Dromgole boarded before he was murdered in 1865 on the back yard of a home where Braida & Henry’s law offices now stand. Accused of being the father of a child out of wedlock whose birth caused the death of the young mother, Dromgole was shot by the girl’s uncle when he attended the funeral. Continue reading Dromgole & Co
There is one journal I’ve kept hidden, but no more. The first entry is dated January 6th 2011, and the last is August 8th, 2012…along the top of the page it reads’, in the same ink, Yuriks Pharm. and a 1-888 number, and a name CHRIS. Such was my life at the time. Yurik’s Pharmacy was the supplier for one of the realities of Tim’s … Continue reading Observations From Eden
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