on some level perhaps we all know it cell by cell our bodies decay breakdown slowdown bit by bit all of us some halted in their tracks but we’re all dying as the outer layer sheds skin day by day yet, in those waves of oxygen we share we love again posted for Outer Layers | The Discover Challenge Continue reading so we are all dying
I forgot to buy dog treats, and when she came up to me last night and waggled her fluffy blond head I just instinctively went to the cupboard, reached in, and there was nothing. Let’s just say she was not very happy with me. Once I had completely and totally convinced her I had nothing, oh my word, the LOOK! Head down, sitting glumly in … Continue reading Dog Biscuits
And so I glided, underneath the canopy of trees, that runs along that forked river. With its yellow lines, and turns. I went to all the old haunts. The places, the faces. The memories. The past. There I found solitude. Here I found sin, and rejection. right there, I tried. There, right there, is where the one I let get away, lives. Maybe. Left, right, … Continue reading Portrait Of The Path
I carry IT with me everywhere, yet rarely use it. In all honesty, it really is just another method in which to ignore people. A tool for connection. It can be intrusive. The constant ON. The repetitive checking, and re-checking. For what? Who knows. Some sort of divine intervention, perhaps. I am sad to say I have, since moving back home, found myself engulfed. It … Continue reading My Connections Are Few
Soon as I saw that white shaggy snow covered coat and her scared brown eyes, it was clinched. Poor dog, she accidently ran away and got lost in the snow, that cold January of 2010 at the lake. When the owner told us she couldn’t keep her, well I turned to Tim, and he to me, and we smiled. I couldn’t even imagine back then … Continue reading Just Her And I
Your generation is far more in touch with themselves than we were. Young girls today have choices ahead of them, that I would imagine can be overwhelming. Certainly, my generation of girls was never a very active bunch, in terms of sports. It was frowned upon. Those Great Granddaughters of mine are becoming such strong, capable young ladies. Hockey was a good choice for them, … Continue reading And The Earth Under Our Feet
He showed up last night, after 11 days, just as I was putting the water on for pasta. At some point, we talked more about this “true love” of his. You know, the wife of 35 years who broke his heart. He still says he believes you only get one “true love”. I told him he was wrong. But now? I don’t know Mom, maybe … Continue reading Once Upon A Time
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. First, though, Mom, let me start, well…not at the beginning. Anyways, I’m out on the stoop, chatting with Crossroads.Man. Sometimes, I really wish he had a mobile, but I digress. Stone age man that he is, that’s a pipedream. He’d been over at the grocery store and wanted to kvetch about all the idiots … Continue reading So Yesterday, You Know, He Said.
I went around the block, and smoked my cigarette, and thought about what I was going to say, how I was going to be. I thought about the wind that tickled me along the back of my neck. How the wind could be constant, pervasive, gentle and strong. How the wind can be, that was how I would be. And still, I felt this anxiety. … Continue reading The Three Doors
Here I am today, upon my wicker ‘throne, feeling the cool morning breeze and listening to the sounds of the village outside my window. Legs curled up in my Buddha pose, on this chair that once was Tim’s. Yet, not to be worshipped, but rather perhaps more in the worship of words. So, Mom, the Discover prompt this week is to create something that expresses … Continue reading A Legacy Of Words
The misty morning dew still lay heavy on the grass as I dipped under the old rusty gate. Shhhhh… this part of The Coves is a bit of a dog walker paradise. It is a rare treat in a city the size of London to have a place such as this. Here there is no concern about traffic, or cars, or any of that. It … Continue reading Dog Walks Of London | The Secret Orchard
I am addicted, enamoured, enchanted. I am awed by. And I can not even go NEAR a garden centre, for fear of wandering out with something I can not afford. Not until spring turns to summer. I have to be thrifty, perhaps Spartan if need be, just like Grandma taught us. Each time we create with no plan, we spark a powerful shift to feeling, … Continue reading What I’ve Learned From A Rented Garden
It came so out of the blue. We honestly thought we’d never see any of them again. Or maybe we just wished for that. As if we could wipe away the years Dad spent with her. We were grieving your death, and vulnerable to that sort of woman that feeds off the weak. Or human, rather, as I’ve attracted my fair share of that sort. … Continue reading The Apology
by PaulaB 