Em, you know, I’ve discovered that making coffee in a French Press is too divine not to have every morning. In all the time it takes to wrestle one goddamn cup out of that rotten Keurig, I could have 3 or 4 full-bodied cups o’java that taste almost like butterscotch. I can’t afford the stupid pucks for that Keurig thing, so am reduced to the … Continue reading Gathering The Courage To Speak Up
I was earlier sifting through the overnight Facebook feed, and low and behold I came upon this excerpt -‘My Dinner With Andre” – reminded me of why that movie remains on my Top Five Favourites. Even though I’ve only ever seen it once, it imprinted something on my psyche and I’ve always meant to go back to it again, revisit this fabulous cinemagraphic conversation over … Continue reading When He Was Five
Hey, thinking about that last conversation we had up at the Old Vic today. You know, the night before you lost your voice. I think of it every single time I walk by that damn place. I look up at that area of the hospital, and I imagine in my minds eye that night before you lost your voice. Just you and I. Before you … Continue reading Or, maybe its just signs of spring in the air.
Had to share, cause this little car is just so intuitive and yet so simple; and eco-friendly to boot. AND it is going to change the lives of so many people. What I find breathtaking Mom, is the fact that the eco-friendly part is, actually, the core element that fueled its very existence. Electric cars allow for the removal of all the bits that in … Continue reading Did You Know We Were Simple?
Me again. So, the sun has finally managed to poke its way through the wall of fog that hemmed us in all morning. And, appropriately the Weekly Photo Challenge subject is WALL. So here are some walls Mom I think you’d enjoy. You’ll recognize a couple of them I would imagine…specifically THE REID’s CRYSTAL HALL wall. I’ve actually finally traced some of those ancestors back … Continue reading Without Walls
That last summer I was at the Lake, Tim and I saw two rainbows, and not even a week apart. The photo in the featured image was taken September 19th, 2012 at 8:17AM, and the next one barely a week later on the 24th, and both of them were doubled. It was less the four weeks before Tim died, but of course we didn’t know … Continue reading PI in the sky
Few places in London have more mystique, more soul, than Guest House On The Mount. The structure of this charming “boutique hotel” was at one time a Nunnery, and on the grounds remain a few remnants of that time. The terraced lawns that grace the property feature a Mary grotto hollowed from the old roots of what looked to be a toppled Mother Oak’s roots. … Continue reading Duality And The Feminine
Just now washing the dishes, cleaning up the last of the skanky ones, and she didn’t have to woof a word; the fastidious blond bombshell, laying beside her food bowls, and somehow I just knew. THEY were the skankiest. Yup… and after they were washed and dried I filled them up, and yes that Mom was indeedy what she wanted – CLEAN MY BOWLS BEATCH!!! … Continue reading With No particular Place to Go
“Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.” RUMI Well Mom, certainly not every morning I dance around the apartment like a madman before work, but I was compelled by the funky sounds of one Alex Boye. He has a real funky vibe of Motown in his sound. He gives me this … Continue reading What I know About Being Giddy And Free
You know Mom, I’ve cared, I’ve created, I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve captured moments, and said goodbye to many dreams. I’ve worked at various places, did various things, some good, some not so much. Why not just be? Find something that makes money to live off [check], find something to keep you real [check], find that place [check], sanctify the space, and live there. This … Continue reading Orange Are My Walls
I’ve learned that turning away from loss can eat away at your spirit, eventually slithering into every pore of your being, spreading out its sooty tendrils, and digesting you piece by piece, and leaving you empty. I’ve learned you can not pick the emotions you want to feel, for in doing so you deaden them all. Grief and loss can provide a pathway towards more … Continue reading An Honouring Of Love
I have that old hard-sided suitcase of Grandmas’, and on the outside are all the old stickers from some distant trip Great Aunt Helen took. At some point I gather you got your grubby little hands on it, and decided your name needed to be included … so in your childish hand you wrote your name. The little metal label on the outside says MCBRINE, … Continue reading Within An Old Suitcase
You know Tim, writing to you is not as easy as writing to Mom. With you, it’s this tumbling, crumbling, sadness, intermingled with happy smiles of recall, sprinkled with silence and passion. With you, it’s a entangled ball of twine that I everyday am struggling to make sense of. Life with you was a mystery wrapped up in an enigma. To be honest, I’d probably … Continue reading Betwixt and Between
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