The Whether Station
My goal is to find my way forward with a re-packaged set of truths; so as to reference them as a positive, and not merely as a negative aspect of my past. To take what was and go forward with it, but not dragging behind me like a satchel of shit. Continue reading The Whether Station
Corky Design § The Great Room
WIKIPEDIA – Cork (material) is an impermeable, buoyant material, a prime-subset of bark tissue that is harvested for commercial use primarily from Quercus suber (the Cork Oak), which is endemic to southwest Europe and northwest Africa. Cork is composed of suberin, a hydrophobic substance, and because of its impermeability, buoyancy, elasticity, and fire resistance, it is used in a variety of products, the most common … Continue reading Corky Design § The Great Room
Blessing for Sunday
A Blessing for You and Yours this Easter Sunday Bless the four corners of this house, and be the lintel blessed. Bless the hearth and bless the board, and bless each place of rest. And bless the door that opens to strangers as to kin, And bless each shining window that lets the sunlight in. Bless the oak tree overhead, Bless every sturdy wall, and … Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
The Malodorous Porch Pooch
Irish has taken a great fondness for the front porch. It is gated and she can’t get out, so she loves it out there. It acts as a sort of nice sized run. She can sit in the sun, feel the wind on her fur, watch the world go by in safety. Bark at every single dog that goes by. Every one. Like they are … Continue reading The Malodorous Porch Pooch
Gladful Tears
joy that springs forth from dry, sad eyes in moments of life it drifts down empty shores across the abyss of goodbyes aloft it soars capturing wind into the heart from the streamful bliss of joy that plies our soul with stars in twinkling energy then gone, like desire the waves awash on nightly deeds a creed of spontaneity This post is part of the … Continue reading Gladful Tears
More on Flaws and Beauty
It seems as though this subject for me just won’t go away. Everyday it seems of late it has reared up and added another layer of jam to this cake called Pretty vs. Beauty. Just this morning again a new spot I found added another poignant nut. It was so well-timed, because just this morning I saw one of my nieces finding herself and learning … Continue reading More on Flaws and Beauty
Our Persian Flaws
My favourite sort of day are the ones that begin dismal but improve in increments. Such was yesterday. Snowing and gray in the morning, yet once the sun wrestled its way out from the clouds, I scurried upstairs and got dressed and me and the FurryB went on a beautiful brisk walk through town. She trotted beside me as I swirled down Catherine, onto Charles … Continue reading Our Persian Flaws
Merry Maudlin Monday w/Lana Del Rey
Haunted, beautiful, sad and the subject is hard not for me to connect with, I could create a soundtrack for this weekend, but quite frankly at the present I couldn’t name one artist I retained, other than Lana Del Rey. Lana Del Rey’s Summertime Sadness was the theme song of this weekend. My Lil’Sis discovered it on Friday night. The girls had friends over…so it … Continue reading Merry Maudlin Monday w/Lana Del Rey
Blessing for Sunday
Far dearer to me than the tones music yields, Is the lowing of the kine and the calves in her fields And sunlight that shone long ago on the shields Of the Gaels, on the fair hills of Eire, O James Clarence Mangan Irish Poet (1803-1849 CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
Out And About At 13
When I was 13 years old I spent the weekend in Toronto with a girlfriend at her Mom’s friends condo in Downtown Toronto. Larry was an old friend her Mom had known since high school. I’d known him and his partner from my girlfriends house, our Mom’s were good friends. Many a night was spent in hysterical giggles at the antics of Larry’s partner, Bruce. … Continue reading Out And About At 13
The Boy Under The Bed – Februrary 1940
The following is from the first of GrandmaN’s journals. This incident was something we had been told about years ago. It was a defining moment in her life and it changed her forever. The night was cold and rainy and the wind was blowing. We went to bed sort of early that night. It was in February of 1940. I was in the eleventh grade … Continue reading The Boy Under The Bed – Februrary 1940
Who Am I?
Who Am I? Continue reading Who Am I?
Blessing for Sunday
May the Irish hills caress you. May her lakes and rivers bless you. May the luck of the Irish enfold you. May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you. CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
by PaulaB 