They call me Euston, and what you see today was not alway so. I have been many things, been raped, abandoned, and abused. Although it has been decades, I know some wounds will never heal; remnants of my garbage pit days of yore. ~ ••• ~ I first met Euston in the 90’s, back when I was married. It was all in the open, and … Continue reading Looking At It Another Way
What moves me today, tis a soft breeze, A shady nook, a good book. That butterfly that dances by, the sound of cicadas on a mid-summer night. Perchance, i may be flirting with a new lover, while life flows, it drips, it floods, it enlightens. But that day, within the first month of new grief, opened new vistas of possibilities. And so, born that day … Continue reading What was left in Pandora’s box?
Today we’re stuck inside, and as the thunder rolls, and the rain falls, as she shivers and shakes by my side as I’m writing, I guess there is no walk today…but if not for her, I would be very sad and blue …without my Irish. In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.” Continue reading My Golden Muse
On the way to one pathway or another, lies my little woodland. Between the bank and the wall, just outside my stoop. At the end of my working day, as I’m on my way in the door, it beckons me to languish within its peaceful in-between. Hidden away behind the hedge, lies my tranquility, my zen space. In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo … Continue reading The In-Between Garden
“I have nothing to hide except for the fact I’m broken inside.” ― Ejieh B. SUBJECT: Sycamore Tree LOCATION: The Coves, London, Ontario Perched precariously at the edge, branches outstretched to the sky, defying the inevitable. I love this tree. It is completely hollow inside, yet, it lives on. There is a symbolism here that defines a certain aspect of life, or at any rate … Continue reading The Hollow Tree
He couldn’t help himself. Really. Thomas is an asshole. Last week Irish and I are at D3’s for some din din, and doesn’t she go AWOL. Heart stopping panic washed over me. However, it was short lived as she was of course two doors down at the neighbour’s ~ ensconced beside this guy and his girlfriend on their front porch. She certainly is one for … Continue reading Thomas The Cat
swaying in the breeze their golden tresses weeping mesmerizing me …more “Intricate.” Continue reading Haiku | Intricate
A Day off. AHHHH. After working 6 days in a row, after staring blankly at a screen stuck inside on a beautiful sunny day, I got off the bus yesterday and walked to a dinner party where Crossroads man was BBQing at a Buddhist New Year’s party. Afloat, waltzing down the sidewalk on that beautiful sunny warm day, finally FREE. …more AFLOAT Continue reading Adrift, Afloat, At Peace
Fresh blooms of spring and the air sweet with earthy smells. Continue reading I Long For Thee
Me again. So, the sun has finally managed to poke its way through the wall of fog that hemmed us in all morning. And, appropriately the Weekly Photo Challenge subject is WALL. So here are some walls Mom I think you’d enjoy. You’ll recognize a couple of them I would imagine…specifically THE REID’s CRYSTAL HALL wall. I’ve actually finally traced some of those ancestors back … Continue reading Without Walls
You know Mom, I’ve cared, I’ve created, I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve captured moments, and said goodbye to many dreams. I’ve worked at various places, did various things, some good, some not so much. Why not just be? Find something that makes money to live off [check], find something to keep you real [check], find that place [check], sanctify the space, and live there. This … Continue reading Orange Are My Walls
“The darkness agrees with me. It asks me to release it, as loud as a roar and as quiet as a whisper. I remember what my sister said long ago: You must control the darkness. You can’t ever give in to it. But the shadows want to make me happy, and I deserve a little happiness” ― Justina Ireland, Promise of Shadows theme: SHADOWED | … Continue reading Irish In Shadows
…view from Ridout heading North towards downtown Continue reading How It Twinkles
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