Growth

January 11, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Change

January 4, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I Have Faith

November 16, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Birdspeak

November 9, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

What speaks to you?

Please Know This…

November 7, 2022.Reading time 3 minutes.

I received a heart wrenching letter from a Ukrainian whose family has moved to Canada as a result of the war. It brought to mind how often immigrants are vilified, especially to serve political purposes, and how wrong we are when we jump to judgment without knowing the whole story. So, next time you come […]

Life as Art Form

November 2, 2022.Reading time 1 minute.

Art is an act of intentional attention. The poet invites the senses, observes the flow and twist of words, injects emotion and insight. The painter studies colours, the nuance of shadows, looks for focus and textures, creates a tone. The musician listens, attends to harmonies, gathers rhythms and composes. The photographer selects details, alters the […]

Play

October 26, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A Favourite Quotation

October 19, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(My image; Anaïs Nin’s words)

Not Alone

October 12, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(Image my own)

Helping

October 5, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Help others.There is always someone for whom you can make a difference,no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. Image mine

Origin

Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)

The Last Train (Sonnet)

We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]

Mouse Massacre

There are mouse bitssplayed across the sunroomstuck to my favourite throw rug and great globs of glue The trap my husband setto catch the recent invasionapparently lured the hunterfor she, stiff legged andface matted, is skulkingelsewhere I stepped on a gluey biteyes not yet openbefore notingthe disarray Hard to concentratewhen a tail detachedfrom a thigh […]