I’m attending Restorative Yoga classes. It is yoga positions totally supported. Relaxing. Focus on breath and on releasing tension. We do something called supported fish (I think) – lying face down with a bolster under our hips. “Our junk drawers”, the instructor says and I almost laugh out loud. The last time I went for […]
I understand it’s not accessible to all. The message is: “When I was 9, I prayed to God that my life would not be too ‘normal’ or boring. Now that i’m 66, I wonder if it’s too late to take that back.”
The rut of waiting on medical tests and future appointments compelled me to do something drastic… …so I jumped onto Tik Tok and started posting videos. Seemed pretty innocuous at first. I only had a handful of followers. My two daughters and one grandchild. A couple of friends, and some unknowns. I had no intention […]
Looking for a directionbut the way was blockedthe carefully manicured pathnot for the likes of me Then the snow cameand the tree lined pathbore no tracks of passersbyand I was not brave enough to try So I waited, as the seasons changedbut Spring bought floodingand the way was more treacherous yet –Inside I remain, resigned […]
“Uhm, what happened to the path?” asks the deer. “Best to stick to the fence line, I’ve discovered,” responds the cow. (For Cee’s Which Way Challenge: with animals) Another note: Speaking of directions, I’ve made a conscious decision to stay out of the divisive discourse – too mucky and not at all healing for the […]
I don’t believe in hauntingignore the seasonal hypewish the woman in the graveyardwould stop wailing every night Someone get the girl a coatdoesn’t she feel the creeping cold?And when I call the police on herwhy do they look at me like I’m crazy old? (Spending way too much time wiling away the hours.)
Love the prompt this week, Lens-Artists Photography Challenge! Trickery is my favourite past time – a little photographic play, I like to send my kids in the morning to make them smile.
“How long will it snow, VJ?” our Ukrainian roomie asked the other day, while we were driving through a snow squall. “April”, I answered. She thought is was very funny. It’s not April yet. Weekend Sky