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.
The certainty of yesterdayhas slipped our grasplight deflecting truthtossing us into the abstract I ponder processand outcomes,will my mind to carry megliding between thermalsdissolving into vapours Some realities too hard to bear –dislodged, we tread the indeterminate. (I submit these images and poem to the challenges of Lens-Artists and Ragtag Community. While we try to […]
“Look at this Grandma!” The video shows pink, elephant shaped, blobs falling from the sky and hitting rooftops. “It’s so satisfying!” “What’s satisfying about it?” “The way they land, and how the pink spreads out.” She then shows me another video, also satisfying, of a fingers squeezing a tube with holes in the top. Purple […]
“Bah, Humbug!” Ric snarls at me as I shake my head when he reaches for a box of candy canes to throw in our cart. We are both on diets, and the Moms have clearly stated to keep the sugary treats to a minimum. “We don’t need them!” I do sound like Scrooge, and it’s […]
Recent activity coupled with the onset of a cold, has my body begging for more rest, but the sun is shining and a sudden mild spell has melted the snow, and my camera is begging. Ric, whose man cold surpasses mine, hunkers in with a box of Kleenex and his flannel pjs. I’m on my […]
Brown is autumn flavoured –sun-scorched bullrushesand dried milk pods –gravies stirringin roasting pans,the colour of my mood –earthen and readyfor Winter’s sojourn. For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: brown.
“The greatest lesson you can teach her is moderation.” These words were spoken by a psychic medium I visited while pregnant with my second child. I had no way of knowing at the time how prophetic they would be. Child #2 was indeed given to extremes, and moderation was a lesson we both needed to […]
The woman in the mirror is flawedage spots where freckles once sprouted,streaks of white, peppering former auburn,inner scars marking discontent. How then is she expectedto know wholeness? In days when mind was sharpself-confidence wobbled;when spirituality was planted,self-judgment undermined. The path to wholenesspitted with potholes. How often emotion overrodecommon sense, and choicesled her astray, how thickthe […]