A Maple In Transition
for the Weekly Photo Challenge | Transition photographed with: Canon Elph135 edited in: Photo Editor Location: Euston Meadow Continue reading A Maple In Transition
333 And Over A Thousand Days
its far away, and sometimes not. but the calender says, three years, and thirty three days, as of yesterday. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ … this post is part of The Weekly Photo Challenge | Trio Continue reading 333 And Over A Thousand Days
Just Because
https://youtu.be/NpomdqrYd9g I’d come home from school, and there you’d be in the basement, blasting the 45’s… The Supremes, Temptations, Four Tops. You’d be bouncing around like some maniac. So I wanted to play you this… just because… love Paula Continue reading Just Because
5 Ways To Chill Out, And Other Unsolicited Advice
I’m not political, least not like I was; pedalling opinions around freely, under the misconception that it mattered. Now, I’m not saying my opinions don’t matter, or that I should always keep them to myself. Rather more that circumstances just warrant more sober thought, more listening, less expression of beliefs, ideologies, values, prejudice or what not. Some times you just gotta chill out, and sniff … Continue reading 5 Ways To Chill Out, And Other Unsolicited Advice
On That Attendant Spirit From Our Birth, and Woe Be To Those Who Deny It
Ventured again around the corner to Crossroad Man’s. His best friend, who is also an ex-lover, dropped in after I got there. The three of us had a lovely dinner, drank some beers, chatted. After she left, we chatted some more, and then we headed over to my place { I refuse to sleep at his place, the ceilings in his rooms are all full … Continue reading On That Attendant Spirit From Our Birth, and Woe Be To Those Who Deny It
Going With My Gut
A brief, and subtle silence fills the air just behind me. I turn and find Irish just standing beside the bed, doing nothing, just paused, the quiet hum of the sleeping residence of this once fine old brick farmhouse is suspended. There is nothing to see, only felt. A knowing. He was just here Mom, I just know. Just standing there, over my right shoulder, … Continue reading Going With My Gut
The Spirits Of The Field
Give Me Your Weak, Your Poor, And Other Forgotten Values
Viral news articles fly around the internet like milkweed seeds, and compassion seems to be reserved for kitty cats. Poverty, and all the myriad aspects that cause, as well as exacerbate, are looked on as mere!y the problems of those not trying hard enough. So this week on Facebook some article from the CBC was flying about, originally published in November 2000. Basically, Ontario plans … Continue reading Give Me Your Weak, Your Poor, And Other Forgotten Values
Ornately Teasel
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Ornate.” Continue reading Ornately Teasel
I Am Like The Remnants Of Patricia
When I do it my way, I walk. I briskly charge forward, heels pounding out a determined beat, straight into the thick of it. I can just hear you yelling at me from downstairs…Paula, stop pounding your heels, you sound like a herd of Elephants, you’re going to come right through the ceiling. Once I get started. I am inclined to otherwise be a bit … Continue reading I Am Like The Remnants Of Patricia
I ♥ Beauty
I do not go the careful way; the concrete paths, through the manicured parks. For what I seek, my true desire, can not be found… carefully. In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Careful.” Continue reading I ♥ Beauty
Arguing With Your Parents Over Politics
You know Mom, sometimes I wonder where I came from. If I didn’t look so much like Dad, I swear, you’d think you found me in a trashcan in upper state New York on your way back to North Carolina from Canada, after a visit with Grandma & Grandpa. Really. You remember that argument we all had in the kitchen that night? About Sikhs in … Continue reading Arguing With Your Parents Over Politics
Damn October
I heard the bells of St. Peters Basilica, and something inside me, something welled up, and spilt the banks of my eyes. Walking down the sidewalk, tears streaming down my face and I have not one single clue why. Oh, sure, lovely thing the chiming of church bells, and weddings are happy occasions (as that’s why they were chiming). Minute by minute, the first … Continue reading Damn October
by PaulaB 