Blessing for Sunday
Lucky stars above you, Sunshine on your way, Many friends to love you, Joy in work and play, Laughter to outweigh each care, In your heart a song, And gladness waiting everywhere All your whole life long! Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
What Lies Beyond
… the Newfie Neighbours shoulder Funny thing about this shot is when I took it none of us knew about the fish UNTIL just after I took the picture .. than all 3 of us heard this big SPLASH. Rotten neighbour had got into the lake before us…so I was taking a picture. Well, what a picture ;-) This post is for the ~ Weekly … Continue reading What Lies Beyond
Home is the rain on my soil
I AM a wide open lake adrift on my hunt for home on my search for soil all my own to see again a gardeners rain on a shore a keyboard pen in hand I AM I am for the ~ Daily Prompt: Free Association Continue reading Home is the rain on my soil
Mimosa Pudica
Todays “TICKLE MY FANCY” blogger is Sigoese ~ A photographer with gift of capturing the essence of people, places and things. So browse around Sigoese beautiful world. Tickle My Fancy Thursday | Intro Continue reading Mimosa Pudica
Bestowing Awards
“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~ I would like to thank the following for their kind nominations: From KOZO & Maudlin Family – for the Versatile Blogger Award From Rarasaur … Continue reading Bestowing Awards
Every Merry Maudlin Monday
AhA…bet ya didn’t see that coming? Was going to go with “Moody Monday”…but who wants to read that? MooMoo Monday? Nah. Melancholy Monday? Of course Manic Monday, but that’s a whole other story. So than the word MAUDLIN just randomly swam to the surface of my conscious mind, and so I had to get a definition, just to be sure I wasn’t just puffing smoke: … Continue reading Every Merry Maudlin Monday
A Blessing a Sunday
This is the first “BLESSING FOR SUNDAY” post. The idea is simple ~~ I randomly pick a blessing from this book I have ‘Irish Blessings’, compiled with an introduction by Ashley Shannon, Running Press c1999 This is something I started to do in the winter of 2010 every morning at the kitchen table…I would say “thank you spirits of white light and goodness” and then … Continue reading A Blessing a Sunday
Bits and pieces
~♦~ I go out ~♦~ ~♦~ I come in ~♦~ It’s everywhere, all around are bits and pieces; those innocuous red Lanterns found on walks, and white bows from a funeral basket bring flashes. Here I can’t escape them. Every room holds more reminders of my time with Tim. I never did make it to the bedroom … tomorrow is another day. It’s not that … Continue reading Bits and pieces
Words upon words
Walking through silence; images flashed. Through unlit halls of learning and illusion. Dark clouds cross the visions. A wake of crows drive sparrow over the tree canopy; and the quiet moon descends. Dancing round in coals, poker hot, a flush of steam rises to the surface. Words upon words. In separate domains the cascading individuality wrenched from … Continue reading Words upon words
The Lady of the Cellar | Conclusion
In that tired myth of vision and circumspect we strive to create our Noble Lie; In the blanket of time we are its prisoners. This was a time of long, billowy sheer curtains, orange rag walls, and a trio of pianos. It was a time of wine, symphony’s and lying on matching floral pattern love-seats whilst listening to “Monday Night Playhouse” on CBC Radio. We … Continue reading The Lady of the Cellar | Conclusion
Freeing my ego from my soul
Riddle me this, why if I can just cut and paste a quote into a wordpress.com post, don’t I? Why do I feel the need to jot down the quote first in my new journal, THAN cut and paste the quote into a new post? My feelings are actually caught between excitement at the blawdy fantastic journal I bought at the liquidation world for $4 … Continue reading Freeing my ego from my soul
Zith and serpents of the garden
Being locked in a room with a snake would qualify as my worst fear. My phobia of the wee serpents stems back to my Dad. He hates snakes. We once watched him chase one around the backyard with a lawnmower. My Dads fear of them stems back to his childhood in Eastern North Carolina where a healthy respect for snakes would be an asset. One … Continue reading Zith and serpents of the garden
The Lady of the Cellar | Part Two
“You know, Uncle, I’ve lost whole parts of myself since we are traveling together. Layers & layers of “ME” gone. Peeled away, discarded, surplus to requirements. Is that what travelling does? Brings us back to what we truly are?” [“THE ROM: WALKING IN THE PATHS OF THE GYPSIES” ROGER MOREAU] As you pause a memory filters through. As if they reside in subconscious breaking through … Continue reading The Lady of the Cellar | Part Two
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