Not so long ago I was beginning to wonder if this day would ever come – it seemed so elusive. I’d reach for it, but it would be merely an illusion. I dreamed of it, I longed for it, I prayed for it, but still it refused to appear. As the prompt suggests, its like for these long months I have been waiting to exhale. I’ve … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Exhale
My days have shifted, and I’m currently working afternoons. I’m a morning person, therefore I find myself restless; to the benefit of Irish who gets her walk in the morning instead of the evening. Yesterday my world was covered in a mist of fog, creating a soft morning light. Irish and I hadn’t been out for a walk in the morning in ages, since probably … Continue reading In the Misty Morning Light
I was recently wondering, and not for the first time, where I would be now if I had not met Tim. Back on that Thursday, October 3rd of 2008, what would be different now? At the time I was a sad, lonely cat and wondering which way to turn. I did not like what I was doing any longer, much as I LOVED the people … Continue reading Rising Out of the Mist of Yesterday
Yes, indeed, cute as the wee frackers are, I do not particularly care for Guinea Pigs. It’s not their fault they don’t sell Guinea Pig food in corner stores. However, I quite awhile ago decided that any animal that requires nourishment not easily bought at a corner store, if in a pinch, is just not going to make it with this chick. And, of course … Continue reading In case there was ANY doubt
Since about 3 months into this blog, I’ve been trying to separate words from my images. I started posting photos, and after a while I realized that I was getting most of my hits from my photos…but of course, that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted hits on my words. How arrogant is that? Not to say that EVERY photo I post everyone loves, far … Continue reading Words & Images
I am plying the waters where poets dreamed and Mary made up monsters more easily we could reach the moon, as paddle that bohemian bay. again, the solitude of change and strange dreams of lands lie within that embrace; of these street sounds plying a new found beat enjoyed dreamed of yearned for from whence comes place nor person, but within the abstracted … Continue reading The Essence of Bravery
Amidst all the mishaps the last few days, I can report on atleast one success – the banner and bookmarks I designed for the Heritage Book Project were finished yesterday … WOOT WOOT!!! And the banner looks AWESOME. Everyone commented on the photo last night at our general meeting. We had the banner set up outside the door so they would see it as they … Continue reading Its a Heritage Thing
Yesterday was just one of those days were you’re like “what the heck did I do to deserve today”!!? Right from the moment I awoke, it started. In a half-sleepy daze my sister informs me that Irish pee’d on the shower mat downstairs. Lovely. Not sure what happened there, since I let her out before I went to bed, as always. My sister did give … Continue reading Broken Lamps and Other Mishaps
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
WOW !!! since October 26, 2012 … that is how many views The Temenos Journal has had since it’s birth. {I was going to put a little snapshot here, but quite frankly you can just as easily look yourself at the end of the right hand column ;-} I wrote my first post on October 26, 8 days after he died. There are many reasons … Continue reading Over 10,000 Views
One night Tim and I are coming back from visiting friends and we happen upon this big ol’ Porcupine, waddling his fat arse dead centre of this old back country road. Not concerned, maybe deaf, or just a stubborn old coot. Who knows, but that ol’bugger was none too happy about us interfering with his nightly stroll…and I videoed it. {or click here if that … Continue reading The Porcupine Walk
… happen to be Canadian, yet not all. Some are more intangible, like the way light can illuminate pine cones on an Old Norway Spruce, or how Green Mountain Kenya AA Coffee tastes. I love Robertson Davies (Canadian Author) just as much as I love Neil Young (Canadian Musician), and for completely different reasons. I admire Neil Young’s integrity, as much as I revel in … Continue reading Some Of My Favourite Things
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
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