Returning to the beginning, to old posts from those first weeks of late October and into November of 2012 when I was working through that complicated grief Tim left in his wake and had just begun to blog. I come to them now only by way of the “go random” widget (hit the + sign below) I placed in the footer. [see end for how … Continue reading How I Find Magic, And You Can Too
the spirit of the essence of the land like the Manitou the becoming the been the hidden fey mogwai yaksha jogah at the edge of an enchantment, and chaos, seen with the heart is the Beauty of you. Continue reading i saw you
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
In the four years, I have spent here, I have come to recognize that there is more to this lake than meets the eye. For instance, the depth is deceiving, as in one area it goes as far as 150 feet. In those environs swim Large-mouth Bass of advanced age and other secrets I’m sure. It is here on Mothers Day in 2011 that I … Continue reading Magic is Alive at the Lake
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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
Twelve years ago in the year 2000, I was working at a Call Centre and my shift at that time started at 6 AM. I would walk to work the 45minutes, getting up at 4 AM, leaving at 5 AM, grabbing my Coffee at the Tim Horton’s on the way and getting to work for 5:45 AM. I was a busy girl. It was the … Continue reading Crow Stories
Fred the Ficus is, of course, a rescue. Yes, I even save the odd houseplant that SOMEONE has tossed out ON THE BACK PORCH {my sister}. So poor Fred was out there all alone in the dark on her back porch; out back where they parked the cars and stored the garbage. I can still picture him. All alone and so sad-looking. He was mostly … Continue reading Fred the Ficus showed me “the way”
There are places where I have felt at the time this is sacred space ~ at home on the riverbanks of the Thames, on the front porch of that home in Dodge, and around the century old oak dining room table that sits in that house; I have shared sacred space. Here now at this Cottage, actually the whole lake, is sacred space to myself … Continue reading The Mount | September 2011
I believe I have wasted a lot of time over the years trying not to look silly. I have no idea why because I was not raised by especially serious people. My Grandmother could be silly, and she was a very important part of my childhood until her death when I was 17 years old. I was a serious child and to this day I … Continue reading Elf shoe & other silliness
the temenos journal 