The Merit And Meaning Of Unexpected Moments
Coffee, Kobo & tobacco, thus this weekend was spent in happy hours. With planting of Bleeding Hearts bought from the Annual Gathering On The Green to mark the spot, and much lounging within the space carved out within this in-between sidewalk garden. And, in between the lounging and puttering out-of-doors, I washed floors and dishes indoors. I burnt incense, and smudged whatever smidges of negativity … Continue reading The Merit And Meaning Of Unexpected Moments
Poets On Sunday | Shel Silverstein
“There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt … Continue reading Poets On Sunday | Shel Silverstein
Childish Things | VIVID
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.” Continue reading Childish Things | VIVID
Would Jane Play Hockey?
“I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.” ― Jane Austen, Persuasion Mom, I don’t envy your granddaughters, growing up amongst this interconnected, opinionated, expectant, perfect seeking, exposed and socialized society. Media professing save the earth, woman’s rights, and wrongs. The door … Continue reading Would Jane Play Hockey?
With Blind Faith And A Bohemian Heart
I realized the strangest thing after ditching D3, I was happier. He began as a Crossroads Man, and that I fear he shall remain. Perhaps a lesson? Always. Everyone they say you meet is in some way a lesson…if we choose to see it that way. My sensual Leo nature purred, and I learned somewhere along the way in my travels that I’d gained a … Continue reading With Blind Faith And A Bohemian Heart
The In-Between Garden
On the way to one pathway or another, lies my little woodland. Between the bank and the wall, just outside my stoop. At the end of my working day, as I’m on my way in the door, it beckons me to languish within its peaceful in-between. Hidden away behind the hedge, lies my tranquility, my zen space. In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo … Continue reading The In-Between Garden
Wild Walks of London | Set One
Today I ventured once again to the Soho District. It’s a new area London is trying to revitalize. The Old Vic Hospital is now gone, and some sort of condo, or hi-rise complex, or some such is going in somewhere near. Some of the older buildings have been kept, but no clue yet what they’re doing with them. The area though runs along the Thames … Continue reading Wild Walks of London | Set One
Unsent Letters
“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” ~ e.e. cummings ~ You know, the thing that has always struck me is that I’d been through that cabinet, how many times? How did I never see that letter before? I’ve found boxes of old gloves, your wedding album, boxes of old photos. Those words, written upon soft and lovely paper, in pencil, … Continue reading Unsent Letters
The Hollow Tree
“I have nothing to hide except for the fact I’m broken inside.” ― Ejieh B. SUBJECT: Sycamore Tree LOCATION: The Coves, London, Ontario Perched precariously at the edge, branches outstretched to the sky, defying the inevitable. I love this tree. It is completely hollow inside, yet, it lives on. There is a symbolism here that defines a certain aspect of life, or at any rate … Continue reading The Hollow Tree
Dave’s Not Here (well actually he was and he was naked)
The clock goes tick, tock, tick, tock, and the mechanical echoing of the male Cardinal awakens the dawn light. It is morning again, Saturday morning to be exact, and this weekend is May 24. Drinking copious amounts of alcohol for some, a big gardening weekend for others. Guess you and I Mom would fall into some a both categories, eh? Perhaps not COPIOUS amounts, but certainly some … Continue reading Dave’s Not Here (well actually he was and he was naked)
behind me
where did time go? it slipped away, behind the houses. it dipped its toe, into the stream, and was never seen again. where did I go? I slipped away, to the orchard. I went back, to the place, when we were happy. LOCATION: Abandoned Apple Orchard – The Coves – London, Ontario Continue reading behind me
From Me To You
“Mother …You asked me if I would be sad when it happened and I am sad. But the iris I moved from your house now hold in the dusty dry fists of their roots green knives and forks as if waiting for dinner, as if spring were a feast. I thank you for that. Were it not for the way you taught me to look … Continue reading From Me To You
Thomas The Cat
He couldn’t help himself. Really. Thomas is an asshole. Last week Irish and I are at D3’s for some din din, and doesn’t she go AWOL. Heart stopping panic washed over me. However, it was short lived as she was of course two doors down at the neighbour’s ~ ensconced beside this guy and his girlfriend on their front porch. She certainly is one for … Continue reading Thomas The Cat
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