Irish Lake

Mercy For The Devil

essays by paulaB2020-08-122020-12-17

essays by paulaB2019-07-29

A Meander Through My Mind, Of Politics And Swamp Things, And Memories Of A Lake

Ever wanted to just stop what you’re doing and throw out all access to the internet, sell all your worldly possessions and move to the wilds, live in a cabin by a stream, turning your back on it all? Going somewhere so remote you CAN NOT access the internet? No cell service. Nada. I did […]

pictures by paulaB2016-02-182016-02-18

Watercolor Memories Of a Lake

Pencil sketch originally was done from the kitchen window at the cottage, 2010. Went back last night and added some colour. Weekly Photo Challenge | Life Imitates Art

And All There Is Left Is Me

poetry by paulaB2015-09-262016-01-12

letters by paulaB2015-03-092015-03-15

What I know About Being Giddy And Free

“Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.” RUMI Well Mom, certainly not every morning I dance around the apartment like a madman before work, but I was compelled by the funky sounds of one Alex Boye. He has a real funky […]

pictures by paulaB2014-09-282014-09-28

Shades Of Night

“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.” ― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance … for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Nighttime

Off Into The Mystic

pictures by paulaB2014-03-012014-11-30

Stories by paulaB2012-11-272014-01-29

A cottage, a bonfire & guitars = Céilidh

There are rare times in our life when the planets align, the right people are gathered, and MAGIC happens. True magic. The sort of moments that become cherished memories. Those rare times when you are FULLY aware and can thus revel in the moments, imprinting them on your soul for ever more. There are times […]