Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.
Instinct pushes on despite inclement weather – a little less buzz. (This pot of mums sits outside the community centre, where I was surprised to find this little fellow hanging on despite the cold. That is tenacity! Image submitted for Cee’s Flower of the day.)
Everyday, in the aftershock of losing a seventeen year marriage, I sought out the river. I would say a prayer, then walk off the grief and strife, until I came to a bench, where I’d sit and contemplate the message of the flowing water. “Finding my inner peace”, is what my son called it. A […]
The distance between one Sunday and the next is always the same, time wise, and yet this week felt so much longer than most. Wednesday brought emotional upheaval, and subsequent exhaustion, and then Friday morning my 91-year-old mother was admitted to hospital, while Ric and I attended a funeral for an extended family member. Life […]
A window seat at the Mill Street Pub in Ottawa allots a new of the river, and the season’s finest. I think I found the place where angels store their wings. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Through glass.)
The letter that arrives decades after it is post-marked is the first indication that Edie’s mother has been keeping secrets. Although her mother is not sharing any information, Edie is intrigued enough to investigate on her own. She finds herself visiting a decaying castle, where she encounters the Blythe sisters, and the mystery deepens. Fluctuating […]
Rows of pumpkins line the upward climb, and flowery sentinels mark a landing – a well lit doorway adds additional charm a happy home from where I’m standing. Not all places are subject to such tender care – through time and neglect, their beauty offends rickety stones, lead to murky waters, overgrowth of bush and […]
I stuff down the cookies as if the faster I eat the more I can distance myself from the misery that has bubbled to the surface. “Write about it,” my psychologist suggests as she ushers me out of the door, our session having run past the allotted time. I told her about the weekend I […]