Pink Mums

November 16, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Misinformed, green fails to fade to brown, clings to pink, conspires against Fall. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Appearances

November 15, 2018.Reading time 2 minutes.

Testing social waters – that cherished state of interaction – prone to revealing too much have been homebound, studying life without a facilitator, now attempting to penetrate invisibility gathering the salvageable bits – minimal fragments of a once whole woman, reaching out, reconnecting, reception mixed much has passed me by – no amount of homework […]

Apples

November 14, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Roadside offering – abundance of ripe apples await deer crossing. (for Cee’s FOTD)

Dahlia

November 12, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Days shorten, threaten – icy shards of rain torture lingering red holds. (Cee’s FOTD)

Sacrifice’s Wrap Up

November 12, 2018.Reading time 2 minutes.

Up until August 1st of this year, my husband and I lived in motor home for a year, having travelled across North America for six of those months. It was a drastic change of lifestyle for us, and an incredible journey. As with all change, it required certain sacrifices. We let go of our bricks […]

Milk Pods (FOTD)

November 9, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Do wishes come true? I remember milk pod dreams – seeds of hope carried on late summer gusts – winter hovering on the sideline. (Cee’s Flower of the day challenge)

Buzzing (FOTD)

November 8, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Greedily lapping life’s bounty, buzzing manic – as if death is near. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Flourescent

November 5, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

If a leaf can be boldly flourescent – then why should we hide our flair? (For Cee’s FOTD)

Unveil Me

November 5, 2018.Reading time 2 minutes.

We’ve discovered a drive along the river where Great Blue Herons, Red Tail Hawks, and Bald Eagles come to hunt. It’s a dirt road with little or no traffic, except for the odd bird watcher like us. After a week of inclement weather, the sun peeked out yesterday morning, so I convinced Ric to take […]

Simple Pleasures (FOTD)

November 3, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Pluckable petals remind me of simpler times – “Loves me; loves me not”. (Cee’s flower of the day.)

Present Distance

I’ve lived the fog of distance –life’s highway a series of hillsdestination without promise Have learned that acceptance gains perspective,that climates change, and hope sustains,and that in the stillness dreams renew. Now I travel quieter paths, appreciatespace, have surrendered to a slower pace –certain that this too will change. (image my own)

Floral Balm

Of Trauma Born

Goodbyes tarnishfaith, like ashesscattered My heart grows dismissal,craves a balm of connectionseeks quiet harbour Remind me what it feels like to be safebreath nurturing life,love a rhythmic flow In meditationI reach for peaceimagine salvation But this wayward chaosunrestrainedcements me in doubt Tainted intentionsI lift up to the Universea tempest without hope My soul incubates malicea […]