“Trees, for example, carry the memory of rainfall. In their rings we read ancient weather—storms, sunlight, and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history, which each tree remembers even after it has been felled.” ― Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces When I was a child my Grandmothers house was shaded year round by these giant Norway Spruce, Maples, and Walnuts our Grandfather … Continue reading The Worth Of Trees
Dear Paula, And well you should be. You have plenty to be grateful for, Paula. Besides the obvious, your food, shelter, and job… you have a family, friends, and hope. That, my dear, is precious. It is fascinating that with age comes a kind of wisdom, born more from experience, than intelligence. Also, a particular compassion. I found that myself. At about your age, come … Continue reading Take It From One Who Knows
Been lost in thought, like all week. Over-analysing every detail of this thing called life. Pft, well, maybe it was due. Untangling stuff so knotted up with lies and betrayals that I just wasn’t seeing clearly. I think blue.eyed.man fogged up my rose-coloured glasses. I’ve been seeing things that weren’t there, mirages, mists that shrouded my spirit. And, Mom, know that I haven’t told you … Continue reading The Men In The Mirror That Mask Our Magic
Anticipation pounding in my chest. Butterfly nerves fluttering, as I walked in with this rare desire I’ve only read about in books or romantic comedies. You know, the pounding heart, hand shaking sort of desire. The sort of desire that comes forth outa some hidden place, that take one unawares. And so I ventured down, again, to blue.eyed.mans. We played horseshoes in the shade, out … Continue reading Why I Love Emotionally Unavailable Men
It was 5:30 PM, I’m at work, and I hear the dreaded words “looks like it’s going to rain“. Yep, just one and half hours to go, and sitting in bay 3 is my ramblin’ Rose, oblivious. So I’m eyeing the sky, looking for rainbows, of which I was rewarded with a double. Yet the sky was not quite done, as fate would have it, … Continue reading Riding Home In The Rain
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
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
There she was. A little tired looking, bit worn and rusty, yet still she was lovely. She was my dream, my fantasy. I swear my eyes must have lit up when I came upon her. Giddy, my first thoughts were “oh please, would you be mine?”. I’d come over for, well you know I don’t even recall now, but there I was at Crossroads. Decided to take … Continue reading My Ramblin’ Rose
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
“BANG, BANG” What the? “BANG, BANG, BANG” And so I fumbled my way back to the waking world, reluctantly. Had the day off yesterday, and had to work real, real early this morning. Once or twice a week I work an early truck – 5am. Hand bomb the load onto carts, sort them, put them in locations. Then I spend the rest of my shift … Continue reading From Out of The Rain, He Came.
Is it unusual that a child would have a Wolf Spider as a pet? Lived 2 years, and apparently became gigantic. Spiders not dumb, contrary to popular belief. Least not a Wolf Spider. So, yeah, mentioning to Crossroads how smart they are, how kinda spooky it is that they follow your movements, and that’s when he told me about his childhood pet. Here’s this kid … Continue reading The Sexual Habits of Simultaneous Hermaphrodites
Standing in the kitchen just now, waiting for the water to boil. I know, don’t say it. I had to turn the kettle back on so as to re-boil the water I forgot about 20 minutes ago. Making my morning java. Whilst waiting, I came to a conclusion: N E W R U L E – if I have Sunday off, under no circumstances do … Continue reading Confessions Of A 48 Year Old On Mother’s Day
If there is anywhere in this fair town I can relax, have faith a little, let her off the leash a little, it is there. I don’t generally, for a couple reasons, primarily though that I just don’t trust her to come when she is called. Well, basically because if she decides to, she just won’t listen, C O M P L E T E … Continue reading Adventures In Abandon Orchards
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