A circle of securityuniversalheart ease running on emptymy wishmore timeto admire the tracka bluebird dayescaping depth of a wishreminiscence if wishes came trueto be made whole. As I do from time to time, I have combined titles and phrases from this week’s entries to form a collective thought. See what a talented group we are! […]
I follow GPS, in search of river trails, and find a road blocked off. Curious, I park the car and carefully step through the overgrowth to the place where a bridge once carried traffic over the river. Strange the absence of passage, the neglect. A rocky embankment houses creeping vines, and the weavings of a […]
Our town’s quaintness is derived from the stone buildings, sourced from the local limestone quarry. As magnificent as these historic buildings are, I understand they are hard to heat in winter months. Our winters, in southwestern Ontario, Canada, can be harsh. I am grateful for modern materials like clay bricks, and of course, insulation, that […]
A silent invader, the snowcreeps in overnight, transforms No weapons of war, just a softblanketing pronouncing victory Invasive and inevitable, we sigh acceptanceand still the river flows, for now. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: In My Neighbourhood.)
These blues invites whimsy –not always longing The warmth of an invitation,the suggestion of brighter days. Not all blues are melancholyalthough I love me a good tune. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: blue)
What’s in a wish? Do you dare to dream, to wish? This week, I challenge you to set your imagination free, unlock your heart, and wish. Look forward to your responses!
“The doctor suggests you wait it out as long as you can, before stopping the medication,” the receptionist says when I call about the itchy rash all over my face. I know that the culprit has been making a difference, and yet the discomfort of an allergic reaction is not fun. The uncertainty about my […]
Tracing the lines of your perfection,I remember, childhood discoveries –wax paper and hot iron,the smell of fresh raked pranks,and what it means to be Canadian. I no longer make leaf art,nor partake of Autumn cleanup,but I have not forgottenthe power of your symbolismand how far we have yet to go. (For Cee’s Flower of the […]