I’ve journeyed back to just around the corner from where all those Helium Sphere memories happened. You see, for just around the corner from that once matrimonial home, lives that rare gift, old friends. They are still in the same place I left them. Oh, the kids have grown and are becoming successful young men. The vehicle they drive is different, and of course they … Continue reading Those Old Friends O’Mine
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
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
This morning, yesterday, and probably tomorrow, I will breakdown, once again, and those feelings of sorrow will surround me, embrace me, and rain down their wet kisses upon my cheeks. I suppose I’ve learned to except that. Tim and I, on walks, here and there, in the woods and journeys we took, collected bits and pieces – Horse Chestnuts, pine cones, rocks, fortunes from our … Continue reading Finding My Way Thru The Woods
Sitting here this morning before I have to get ready for work, and trying to find some inspiration, something to write about. Go back into the kitchen, get my coffee, and as I’m waiting for the Keurig to brew me a cupa, I glance over at the photo I placed behind my little coffee station. I took this pic one rainy morning at the cottage, … Continue reading What Does Forgiveness Mean?
As I go about my day-off morning routine, I am awash with the joy of being home. Heck, I’m awash with the joy of actually HAVING a home. Off in the distance I can hear the train whistle, as I finish my morning coffee, and wonder how I’m going to spend the day. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’ve ever been … Continue reading Three Homes, Three Years
Every year, on the same day, I forget the same thing. Once per year I spend the days before thinking, Dad’s Birthday is … I must remember to give him a call. Every year I forget… unless I’m reminded… ON the day… at a point in time that I can call him right away. So of course this year was no different. However, AHA… I called … Continue reading He Has Chuck Norris’ Hands
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.” Rabindranath Tagore At the beginning, there was a butterfly. Taken from a picture of one of the many Tiger swallowtail that frequented the environs of the lake, the beach, and the summer flowers that surrounded it. Randomly flipping through the archives today, at old posts, and posts reminiscing about old posts, I feel compelled to … Continue reading A Way | Metamorphisis
I sometimes find myself all caught up in this web of how strange we all act sometimes. How mean we are, and how condescending and greedy people can be. It strikes me as very surreal, how much a person can get wrapped up in “stuff”, and forget the essence of what matters. I mean, really, is your life not complete until you’ve picked up the phone … Continue reading Are You Ok? ; and 397 comes along
Sometimes I want nothing but the scene out my window, and my own thoughts. I can’t listen to the radio, as I can’t predict what they may play, and there are just some songs I would rather not hear. I savour the dark outside that bus window on my ride home at night, and the opaque glow of billboards, and streetlights. I get restless, and … Continue reading Why I Don’t Listen to the Radio Anymore
It is in fact very easy to fall into the trap of believing one is entitled to more – Tim for much of his life seemed to be one of those under that delusion. As well, it is just as true that life can just really stink and that’s just the way it is. Maybe if I gave Tim anything in his finaly years, its … Continue reading Oh, The Injustice Of It All
This concept is something I’ve been wrestling with this week – being single and/or celibate, and what exactly does that entail? On the surface I suppose it’s rather straightforward, yet, am I thinking in terms of just abstinence for a bit? Or all out CELIBATE? Or, am I just choosing to be single, and celibacy plays no part? These thoughts were sparked via a video … Continue reading Single, Celibate and Satisfied?
The whole day went by, I realized this morning, and I had not thought of Tim once. Wow. Christmas Eve, Christmas morning, all Christmas Day. Than as I was laying there in the bath… blissfully staring off into space. … I realized, I don’t know what it was, yet something inside me felt joyful. Like a release of wind, as I settled into the warm water, … Continue reading Another Christmas Back in Dodge
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