It’s been this on again, off again, thang, for about two years now. It’s on again, although I’m not exactly sure why, but there ya go Ok, so I’ve been kvetching with a fellow widow I met through my Earth Angel. We’ve plied the depths, of the men we’ve dated, past and present, and the role we both played in our spouses deaths, as caregivers. … Continue reading With This Ring I Thee…
It slammed into me, this entangled mystery, a few days ago. I’ve wrestled with its myriad implications, yet can’t quite grasp onto it; atleast not entirely. Yeah, and certainly the true significance of …it… still escapes me. Oh, and scares me. Yip. As well puts the old BS meter on hi-alert. I just can not stop thinking…why? Why Why Why? Why THAT day? Out of … Continue reading Random Encounters
Thursday morn, 3 AM, whip the covers aside, leap out of bed, to something chirping/squealing under those covers. I am hiding behind the bathroom door, and I am not awake enough yet to know why. Or what. Or if I am awake. This portion is still a blur. No word of a lie Mom, something, that sounds an awful lot like a bat, was trapped … Continue reading Did I Mention A Bat Once Pooped On My Head?
It slithers in the door, drifts across the old wooden floor, floats up through the sheets I lie upon.Thoughts come unbidden to my mind – I can’t remember his voice, I’m forgetting who he was, the words he would say, the engagement of those last days before death finally had its way. Tears streak my cheeks, and grief once again pays a visit. It was … Continue reading I Am Forgetting Him
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I am broken, yet Still I am beautiful, in All that I contain Continue reading broken beauty
♥ A Review One of the great advantages of having a dog is the relatively inexpensive early warning system they provide. You know me, Mom, I can get rather absorbed, and anyone could potentially just sneak up on me unexpectedly. So if I’m inside, doing whatever, I can always hear her little bark or three, and if there be a whiney sound = they be friendly, … Continue reading Of Lost Worlds And Becoming
Whiling away the time outside, before this big storm comes in tonight, reading my ebook, enjoying my little secret space in-between. I had earlier in the week been drowsing through some prize winning novelist us intellectual sorts are suppose to fancy, and not feeling the love, so I went hunting for something alittle different, and I found it. Yet my after work eyes that stare … Continue reading What I Learnt From Charlie & Lucy
Coffee, Kobo & tobacco, thus this weekend was spent in happy hours. With planting of Bleeding Hearts bought from the Annual Gathering On The Green to mark the spot, and much lounging within the space carved out within this in-between sidewalk garden. And, in between the lounging and puttering out-of-doors, I washed floors and dishes indoors. I burnt incense, and smudged whatever smidges of negativity … Continue reading The Merit And Meaning Of Unexpected Moments
“I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.” ― Jane Austen, Persuasion Mom, I don’t envy your granddaughters, growing up amongst this interconnected, opinionated, expectant, perfect seeking, exposed and socialized society. Media professing save the earth, woman’s rights, and wrongs. The door … Continue reading Would Jane Play Hockey?
“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” ~ e.e. cummings ~ You know, the thing that has always struck me is that I’d been through that cabinet, how many times? How did I never see that letter before? I’ve found boxes of old gloves, your wedding album, boxes of old photos. Those words, written upon soft and lovely paper, in pencil, … Continue reading Unsent Letters
“I have nothing to hide except for the fact I’m broken inside.” ― Ejieh B. SUBJECT: Sycamore Tree LOCATION: The Coves, London, Ontario Perched precariously at the edge, branches outstretched to the sky, defying the inevitable. I love this tree. It is completely hollow inside, yet, it lives on. There is a symbolism here that defines a certain aspect of life, or at any rate … Continue reading The Hollow Tree
The clock goes tick, tock, tick, tock, and the mechanical echoing of the male Cardinal awakens the dawn light. It is morning again, Saturday morning to be exact, and this weekend is May 24. Drinking copious amounts of alcohol for some, a big gardening weekend for others. Guess you and I Mom would fall into some a both categories, eh? Perhaps not COPIOUS amounts, but certainly some … Continue reading Dave’s Not Here (well actually he was and he was naked)
“Mother …You asked me if I would be sad when it happened and I am sad. But the iris I moved from your house now hold in the dusty dry fists of their roots green knives and forks as if waiting for dinner, as if spring were a feast. I thank you for that. Were it not for the way you taught me to look … Continue reading From Me To You
by PaulaB 