A Gnarl of Beauty
Wabi-sabi It finds beauty and harmony in what is simple, imperfect, modest, natural, and mysterious. [Rarasaur’s Prompt for the Promptless | Wabi-sabi] Whilst out hunting the lark, Tim and I happened upon such a thing of imperfect beauty. A gnarl. A lovely log, thrown off to the side with the other rejects. A gnarl is defined as a “knotty protuberance on a tree”. It appears … Continue reading A Gnarl of Beauty
The Gift of a Story
Growing up Grandma (the northern one, not the southern) lived next door at THE BIG HOUSE. Every night before bed Grandma would come in after Mom and rub our backs (my sister and I) and give us a kiss goodnight. Often my last memory was of Mom and Grandma in the Living-room, their voices just discernible every now and again over the TV. However on … Continue reading The Gift of a Story
Ghost Towns of Ontario | Crooks Hollow
Something that has always intrigued me is exploring old Ontario Ghost Towns. How can one resist a beautiful ruin? So a few years back I purchased a couple of books, rounded up a driver and went out seeking abandoned places. CROOKS HOLLOW LOCATION: West Flamborough TWP, Ontario, Canada There are three distinct areas you will find – the ruins themselves, the area outside the mill … Continue reading Ghost Towns of Ontario | Crooks Hollow
Normal Shmormal
The DAILY PROMPT today is asking what makes me unique. Well, isn’t that a loaded question. Right at the moment there are a few things, but I will as instructed narrow it down to six. 1. Lets start at the beginning BIRTH – born North Carolina, USA. Why is that unique? Well it is unique if you grew up in Canada. My Mom had her … Continue reading Normal Shmormal
The Merry Maudlin Bohemian Years
For three weeks in January the clock in the living-room was stopped at 7:45. It went tick tock tick tock away, but the hands didn’t move. Sort of like me, metaphorically. I ignored it. Tick tock tick tock, BLAH BLAH BLAH with my fingers in my ears was I. Even before I met Tim, well before, lets say forever, I have dreamed of a little … Continue reading The Merry Maudlin Bohemian Years
Hungarians & Irish Hugs
Fresh snow covers the land like a pure white duvet. The spruce and cedars are laden with their heavy globs of snow. It’s Family Day tomorrow, so it’s a long weekend and those with cottages have made the trip up to enjoy the fresh air and beautiful scenery. Across the road I can smell a campfire, as I stand at the window with my cylinder … Continue reading Hungarians & Irish Hugs
Blessing for Sunday
May you be poor in misfortune, Rich in blessings, Slow to make enemies, And quick to make friends. But rich or poor, quick or slow May you know nothing but happiness From this day forward. CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
And After Dusk
Oh for the love of it, my rotten sister is not calling me back. Why is it when you are dying to talk about something, all of asudden everyone goes into hiding. I mean, come on, I’m an introvert and if I do have something to say why is it I find myself spittin’ into the wind? Humpf. I can’t say if Valentines Day was … Continue reading And After Dusk
The Mysterious Margaret
These stories do not just exist in little packages, never changing. Stories are just not like that. They are entities onto themselves as you grow and change. A decade or more ago now, someone like Aunt Margaret was of no relevance to me and I didn’t care at that time that I didn’t know more about her. Now she is very relevant. Continue reading The Mysterious Margaret
Before Dawn
♥ I know it was you This morning before the dawn With quiet kisses This Post is for the DAILY PROMPT: Cupid’s Arrow Continue reading Before Dawn
Sing♦u♦lari♦T
this pittance of time on these eire-y shores from broken branches i tied my breath alive for all to see stammering phrases of ineloquence my fingers fly this sorrow into a cloak to shelter around trees; i bend on that graceful arching stem the cedar betrays the wind Continue reading Sing♦u♦lari♦T
She Walked in Beauty
I would like to introduce you to my Carolina Grandma – my Dad’s Mom. I briefly mentioned her in my intro post for my Old Journals. Those who’ve followed my blog for the last few months will of course be familiar with my Mom’s family – Grandma D, Great Aunt Helen and the bunch. Let’s just say that my Dad’s family is a whole other … Continue reading She Walked in Beauty
Merry Maudlin Monday w/John Prine
Love this guy. Saw him in concert a few years ago at Massey Hall. He is a storyteller and always has a rather unique way of looking at things. John Prine – It’s A Big Old Goofy World :lol: Continue reading Merry Maudlin Monday w/John Prine
by PaulaB 