Growing with gratitude for life's challenges
I’ve been writing poetry since I was nine. I was hooked at an early age by the ability to turn daffodils into yellow crowns, and to compare fog to a cat. In illness and troubled times, poetry is a therapeutic outlet. In joyous times, a celebration. The magic comes, when I pull out an old […]
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Clouds, like the hands of some higher being, hold up the sun, obscuring her radiance. I’ve travelled this road before – a dirt path, unfettered by progress – where tombstones mark time and trees bear witness. A mist covers the land, and I have not yet deciphered the omen in it. Still, I will push […]
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Skies are moody things-here above open water emotions on display (Photos from our recent trip to Nova Scotia. The first photo was taken en route to Lunenberg, and then second overlooking Oak Island. If any of you watch The Curse of Oak Island, yes, it’s that one. Appropriately ominous clouds set the stage. Thanks Hammad […]
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It has never been enough for me to just survive. Is this a fault or an asset? Hard to say. All I know is that life has certainly challenged my conviction…and still, passion asserts itself. (Art my own)
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It’s been a while since I’ve been at the beach, but the memories are enough to stir rejuvenation, if I linger on them long enough. How about you?
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Ever the mountainPresence looming, commandingClimb! Climb! It beckons – My soul, magnetized, respondsPursuing new heights – compelled. When my mother lost her eyesight, I confessed that I would give up at that point, but here I am, into my second year of failing vision and still climbing. Oh, my loss is not as great as […]
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It’s been a year since my mother’s death and this past weekend we held a memorial. It coincided with Mother’s Day, which packed an extra punch. The grief that follows loss is seldom simple. Yes, I miss my mom. Yes, I am relieved that she has found an end to her suffering. There is also […]
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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 […]
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I seem to be stuck in an unhealthy cycle – I push myself beyond my limit and then crash. I’m driven by expectations I’ve set for myself and then taunted by guilt when I can’t fulfill them. There is no room in this toxicity to stop and appreciate accomplishments. Guilt is a crowpecking at my […]
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One Woman's Quest II 