“What do you fear, lady?” [Aragorn] asked. “A cage,” [Éowyn] said. “To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King Is desire all that and a bag of chips? That sort of deep, shaking, blinding, sort? Is it? I find it is … Continue reading Why I Watered The Walnut Tree
Anticipation pounding in my chest. Butterfly nerves fluttering, as I walked in with this rare desire I’ve only read about in books or romantic comedies. You know, the pounding heart, hand shaking sort of desire. The sort of desire that comes forth outa some hidden place, that take one unawares. And so I ventured down, again, to blue.eyed.mans. We played horseshoes in the shade, out … Continue reading Why I Love Emotionally Unavailable Men
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. First, though, Mom, let me start, well…not at the beginning. Anyways, I’m out on the stoop, chatting with Crossroads.Man. Sometimes, I really wish he had a mobile, but I digress. Stone age man that he is, that’s a pipedream. He’d been over at the grocery store and wanted to kvetch about all the idiots … Continue reading So Yesterday, You Know, He Said.
I went around the block, and smoked my cigarette, and thought about what I was going to say, how I was going to be. I thought about the wind that tickled me along the back of my neck. How the wind could be constant, pervasive, gentle and strong. How the wind can be, that was how I would be. And still, I felt this anxiety. … Continue reading The Three Doors
“For more than 140 years, this site has welcomed people from all walks of life and from all around the world.” The building took on a new role in 1899, when it was purchased by the Sisters of St. Joseph, a Roman Catholic order of sisters dedicated to caring for orphans and the elderly, educating young girls, and ministering to the poor. Under its new … Continue reading Back To The Mount, The Future, And The Past
Day, after day, after day. One after the other. It has been a constant stream of gun violence, racism, the nature of consent, and U.S. Presidential candidates that make one’s head spin. It’s paralysing. It is all engulfing, pervasive, and constant. And then some confused, angry, homophobic Muslim walks into a gay bar in Florida, with some crazy and legal automatic weapon, and 49 people … Continue reading Reaching Out To The Strangers That Surround Us.
It was 5:30 PM, I’m at work, and I hear the dreaded words “looks like it’s going to rain“. Yep, just one and half hours to go, and sitting in bay 3 is my ramblin’ Rose, oblivious. So I’m eyeing the sky, looking for rainbows, of which I was rewarded with a double. Yet the sky was not quite done, as fate would have it, … Continue reading Riding Home In The Rain
Here I am today, upon my wicker ‘throne, feeling the cool morning breeze and listening to the sounds of the village outside my window. Legs curled up in my Buddha pose, on this chair that once was Tim’s. Yet, not to be worshipped, but rather perhaps more in the worship of words. So, Mom, the Discover prompt this week is to create something that expresses … Continue reading A Legacy Of Words
I am addicted, enamoured, enchanted. I am awed by. And I can not even go NEAR a garden centre, for fear of wandering out with something I can not afford. Not until spring turns to summer. I have to be thrifty, perhaps Spartan if need be, just like Grandma taught us. Each time we create with no plan, we spark a powerful shift to feeling, … Continue reading What I’ve Learned From A Rented Garden
It came so out of the blue. We honestly thought we’d never see any of them again. Or maybe we just wished for that. As if we could wipe away the years Dad spent with her. We were grieving your death, and vulnerable to that sort of woman that feeds off the weak. Or human, rather, as I’ve attracted my fair share of that sort. … Continue reading The Apology
The Village is quiet, but for the Cardinals welcoming the day with their song. Sunday Morn, and I have to work later in the afternoon, and you know how sometimes something whispers inside you, and you just feel compelled? That just happened. Just now. Sipping my java, and all of a sudden I am lost in Grey again. Not Tim Grey, but the County of … Continue reading On The Enchanted Klondike Of Glenelg
“BANG, BANG” What the? “BANG, BANG, BANG” And so I fumbled my way back to the waking world, reluctantly. Had the day off yesterday, and had to work real, real early this morning. Once or twice a week I work an early truck – 5am. Hand bomb the load onto carts, sort them, put them in locations. Then I spend the rest of my shift … Continue reading From Out of The Rain, He Came.
Is it unusual that a child would have a Wolf Spider as a pet? Lived 2 years, and apparently became gigantic. Spiders not dumb, contrary to popular belief. Least not a Wolf Spider. So, yeah, mentioning to Crossroads how smart they are, how kinda spooky it is that they follow your movements, and that’s when he told me about his childhood pet. Here’s this kid … Continue reading The Sexual Habits of Simultaneous Hermaphrodites
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