Reaching Out To The Strangers That Surround Us.
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.
Riding Home In The Rain
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
A Legacy Of Words
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
Dog Walks Of London | The Secret Orchard
The misty morning dew still lay heavy on the grass as I dipped under the old rusty gate. Shhhhh… this part of The Coves is a bit of a dog walker paradise. It is a rare treat in a city the size of London to have a place such as this. Here there is no concern about traffic, or cars, or any of that. It … Continue reading Dog Walks Of London | The Secret Orchard
A Place For Spare Moments
“ Free time was the most precious time, when you should be doing what you loved, or at least slowing down enough to remember what made your life worthwhile and happy.” ― Amy Tan, The Bonesetter’s Daughter Continue reading A Place For Spare Moments
What I’ve Learned From A Rented Garden
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
My Ramblin’ Rose
There she was. A little tired looking, bit worn and rusty, yet still she was lovely. She was my dream, my fantasy. I swear my eyes must have lit up when I came upon her. Giddy, my first thoughts were “oh please, would you be mine?”. I’d come over for, well you know I don’t even recall now, but there I was at Crossroads. Decided to take … Continue reading My Ramblin’ Rose
Joy
and I heard a choir when I looked up at the sky jubilant was I. Continue reading Joy
The Apology
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
On The Enchanted Klondike Of Glenelg
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
Faces From A Scrapbook
From Out of The Rain, He Came.
“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.
What Doth The Earth Conceal From Us?
Lately, my binge-watching of history docs has had more focus. Being a total history geek anyways, I’ve found a new fascination with ancient civilisations. I’ve always been interested in ancient societies. However, there has been a shift in our understanding, often gained from our ever advancing own ‘tool use’; and that’s what I find interesting. That, and sometimes it’s perhaps the tools themselves that get … Continue reading What Doth The Earth Conceal From Us?
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