She stands stark still, after she first exits our abode. Observing the “scene”…sniffing the air … breathing in the scent of all that have passed this way…human or otherwise. I touch the neck of her fluffy mane, and say “NO BARK”. I stand for a while watching her perusal of her perceived domain. SHE’s A GOLDEN FLOCK GUARDIAN As the cold night air hits my … Continue reading Midnight @ the Bachelor Pad
Defines, the very essence of who I want to be. With every breath, there is the grace, of a kind, beautiful, soul. She moves, loves, and never hates, this woman I have in mind. I take her with me on walks, and she’s there every time I talk, this woman I have in mind. She inspires, and I admire, her smile and her cool style. And the … Continue reading That Woman
There is a place, I’ve read, where grief becomes something else. A writer I read from The Huffington Post called it “self-pity”. The “oh poor me, look how sad I am”…and she’s right, you do. Some for an hour, some for days, others for years and years…but we all do. It is an aspect of grief no one really talks about. My Mom and I … Continue reading Grief, and then … Self-pity?
Quantum Entanglement “Two particles can become entangled so that they retain a connection even when separated over long distances. The properties between the two are correlated so that an action performed in one affect the other” [from LifeScience.com] So this whole entanglement thing is really nothing new. Facebook merely puts the players on a different stage, enlarges the scope of visibility, and digitizes the components … Continue reading FB Me Please
I have spent the last 4 years sequestered away from this march towards an all digital, all the time, society. While everyone was texting, and sexting, facebooking and twittering, I was immunized from that by a thick Cedar bush. Everyday I try to ignore one more article instructing me on how statistically my teeth are not white enough, or that at 46 and unemployed I’m … Continue reading Self-love in a Digital Age
This weeks Weekly Writing Challenge asks to showcase your slang. It can be a display of regional pride, a contemplation on new words you’ve heard, but still don’t quite understand, or a practice in dialogue that mimics our regular speaking patterns. As an American who grew up in Canada, I know some slang. Often growing up I was around so many words for the same … Continue reading Out And About, eh?
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
First and foremost I am a Bibliophile, which is basically a lover of books. In my particular case a collector of books as well. Old or new, dusty or shiny new, digital or analog, I love them all. However, I do also love to wander around a used book store. Actually, I love to wander around ANY book store, full stop. Financially though a used … Continue reading Like a Body Without a Soul
That’s all it took that first night I saw him. Standing with his friend watching the band. My heart did this little somersault and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Oh my sweet Adonis. There he was standing, in the flesh, right before my eyes. You know that to this day I can’t remember who talked to who first. All I remember is him … Continue reading 1000th of a second
I had to, I couldn’t resist it any longer. This writing challenge finally gives me the excuse I’ve needed to use my photos from my trip to Montreal in 2005. I LOVE MONTREAL. Montreal, in three paragraphs? Only? Lets see. Located in Canada, in the province of Quebec, a visit to Montreal is like being transported to some exotic European city. It is vibrant, historic, … Continue reading Montreal Is…
… the Newfie Neighbours shoulder Funny thing about this shot is when I took it none of us knew about the fish UNTIL just after I took the picture .. than all 3 of us heard this big SPLASH. Rotten neighbour had got into the lake before us…so I was taking a picture. Well, what a picture ;-) This post is for the ~ Weekly … Continue reading What Lies Beyond
I AM a wide open lake adrift on my hunt for home on my search for soil all my own to see again a gardeners rain on a shore a keyboard pen in hand I AM I am for the ~ Daily Prompt: Free Association Continue reading Home is the rain on my soil
~♦~ I go out ~♦~ ~♦~ I come in ~♦~ It’s everywhere, all around are bits and pieces; those innocuous red Lanterns found on walks, and white bows from a funeral basket bring flashes. Here I can’t escape them. Every room holds more reminders of my time with Tim. I never did make it to the bedroom … tomorrow is another day. It’s not that … Continue reading Bits and pieces
by PaulaB 