I Am Forgetting Him
It slithers in the door, drifts across the old wooden floor, floats up through the sheets I lie upon.Thoughts come unbidden to my mind – I can’t remember his voice, I’m forgetting who he was, the words he would say, the engagement of those last days before death finally had its way. Tears streak my cheeks, and grief once again pays a visit. It was … Continue reading I Am Forgetting Him
Euston Meadow ~ revisited (again)
Again and again I return. There are more ecologically diverse areas in London, larger, perhaps some may say lovelier. If one includes all the woodsy ways, back roads, and other wild spaces I’ve wandered, few have captured my soul more completely though. One may find it tucked in behind busy Wharncliffe & Baseline, situated where once the city disposed of their waste. It is a … Continue reading Euston Meadow ~ revisited (again)
three wishes
My wish for today To laugh, to smile, with a friend Just because I can. In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Lucky Star.” Continue reading three wishes
What was left in Pandora’s box?
What moves me today, tis a soft breeze, A shady nook, a good book. That butterfly that dances by, the sound of cicadas on a mid-summer night. Perchance, i may be flirting with a new lover, while life flows, it drips, it floods, it enlightens. But that day, within the first month of new grief, opened new vistas of possibilities. And so, born that day … Continue reading What was left in Pandora’s box?
broken beauty
Originally posted on irish kisses:
I am broken, yet Still I am beautiful, in All that I contain Continue reading broken beauty
My Golden Muse
Today we’re stuck inside, and as the thunder rolls, and the rain falls, as she shivers and shakes by my side as I’m writing, I guess there is no walk today…but if not for her, I would be very sad and blue …without my Irish. In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.” Continue reading My Golden Muse
Of Lost Worlds And Becoming
♥ A Review One of the great advantages of having a dog is the relatively inexpensive early warning system they provide. You know me, Mom, I can get rather absorbed, and anyone could potentially just sneak up on me unexpectedly. So if I’m inside, doing whatever, I can always hear her little bark or three, and if there be a whiney sound = they be friendly, … Continue reading Of Lost Worlds And Becoming
What I Learnt From Charlie & Lucy
Whiling away the time outside, before this big storm comes in tonight, reading my ebook, enjoying my little secret space in-between. I had earlier in the week been drowsing through some prize winning novelist us intellectual sorts are suppose to fancy, and not feeling the love, so I went hunting for something alittle different, and I found it. Yet my after work eyes that stare … Continue reading What I Learnt From Charlie & Lucy
Within The Forest Of My Temenos
Euston Meadow ~*~ June 16th, 2015 This forest may be small, yet it is quite lovely, and a favourite of mine to explore. It has this rare and wonderful peaceful sense to it, this woods. With a serenity, I imagine may stem from the relief that it’s finally able to breath, and not smothered under garbage, and god knows what other wounds it has endured over the years. Now, thriving, with grasses blowing in the gentle breezes of late … Continue reading Within The Forest Of My Temenos
Joy & Rainy Day Garden Quotes
I love my woodland garden best on rainy days. Each drop is filtered through the Black Walnut above, and I walk along the pathway, admiring each leaf and flower. The play of light as the raindrops settle, illuminating the texture, nature & colour of each. Subtle shifts of light highlight the contrast of leaf, and I imagine the raindrops filtering through the earth towards the … Continue reading Joy & Rainy Day Garden Quotes
As the The Crow Fly’s
“I don’t want to live in the kind of world where we don’t look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.” Charles de Lint “Darlin’, darlin’, and how goes the afternoon? That … Continue reading As the The Crow Fly’s
Where Magic Goes To Drink
I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone. Charles de Lint The place was almost empty now. Thunder had been booming for the last hour, with the occasional flash of … Continue reading Where Magic Goes To Drink
The Buck Stops Here
Perched at the bar, tippy toes gingerly resting on the only remaining rung on the stool… of course the last. One hand clutching this glass of badly poured Guinness, waiting on the big giant head to settle, so I go back to pretending to give a shite about the Hockey game on the TV. I wonder now if running away back home was the best … Continue reading The Buck Stops Here
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