No Way

May 10, 2024.Reading time less than 1 minute.

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 […]

Mesmerized on a Cloudy Day

December 17, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

It is not the road –smoothly pavedand well defined –that entices It is the luminous,numinous – darknesssurrendering to light –expansive sky Renders me humblebreathless, mesmerized –imagination and desirecraving flight (For Cee’s Which Way Challenge: cloudy or stormy day)

Which Way, Animals?

November 19, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

“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 […]

By Land, Train, or Water

November 6, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Actually, the trestle is now a walking path, but that fact ruined my title…For Cee’s Which Way Challenge: black and white

Walk This Way

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

A couple of intriguing walks, from my archives, for Cee’s Which Way Challenge

Which Way? Laneway

September 1, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Cee is now offering the Which Way challenge! These two laneways from last Fall caught my eye.

The River

There’s a river runs between us,you and I.Our thoughts, like tears, are liquidcarried effortlessly by the current. But you and I,we stand on the banks, oblivious;ignoring the connection,proudly touting our individualism. Still the river flows,and all you’ve suffered,and all I’ve suffered,or dreamed, or imagined, or hoped,flows with it. Step into the water with me,feel our […]

Flock

Blossoming

It may be foolish of me, at my age and in my current condition, but I hang on to the hope that the pain of this effort is leading somewhere: renewal, new purpose, or at the very least, a blossoming.