“Maybe there is a purpose to this struggle,” I say, offhanded, to a visiting friend. We have just made our way to the edge of the falls, the trek difficult for me today, as my legs are not cooperating. I’m hanging onto her arm for balance. I’d been telling her about another visit I’d had, […]
Twisted arms, Willow’swelcome – cross child’s refuge,Mother Nature’s balm. There is magic in a Willow’s presence – so many hours spent, hidden in her arms as a child. Even today, the sight of a willow pulls on my heart. Just one of Nature’s many blessings. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: trees; and RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: […]
Il faut cultiver notre jardin. – Voltaire There is self to be foundin the planting of seeds,the art of nurturing,the glory of growth. Whether we carefully lay a bed,or hang our intentions for all to see,even roadside blooms assert meaning –that beauty belongs to us all. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: gardens)
Thanks goodness for camera bursts that capture movement. Pretty sure neither girl can hold these poses. For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week challenge: timing is everything.
Growing up, my mother told me over and over that I was not loveable. I heard it so often, it became a personal truth. I didn’t examine or question it until my former husband told me, after seventeen years, that he didn’t love me, had never loved me. Of course, I told myself, I am […]
The things that inspire us,a moving read,steps we have takenepiphanies,perceptions,quotations,magical spaces,truths,a kiss…all worth mentioning. Thanks to all who participated this week! Word-Whelmed WomanProsceniumReena SaxenaStuff and what if…one letter UPSgeoilAWISEWOMANSJOURNEYparallax See you tomorrow for a new challenge! (Featured image from personal collection and available through Society6 and Redbubble.)
The child embraces creativity without limits. I have memories of tucking between my bed and the wall, hidden from view, surrounded by materials for drawing, writing, and colouring. I kept the chaos at bay with my creative endeavours. Life happened, and the pencils and crayons disappeared. Journals remained, but only for private. Mundanity and routine […]
Reading is as important to my day as breathing, and for a long while I was gasping for breath in a spurt of uninspired works. Then I stumbled on Staceyann Chin’s memoir, The Other Side of Paradise, and found myself panting for more. The audio version of Chin’s life story is narrated by the author […]