Visitation

It snowed early that year, and those who gathered at the church hall were dressed to keep out the cold, mumbling about the weather, and helping themselves to warm beverages.  Seems deaths come in threes, and this was the third of our family members we’d buried in as many months. “Where’s Uncle Charles?” I asked […]

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Stoic Hunter?

Who is more stoic than the Great Blue, stealthily enduring rocks and rapids to catch the day’s meal? Appearances, however, have been known to deceive… seems this bird is no emotional void, no paragon of strength, but a closet thespian – caught him, mid rehearsal – aspiring to a phantom role – of the opera variety. (Written […]

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Removing the Blindfolds: Life’s Journey

Driving in a rally race with a blindfolded navigator is how I’ve often described my life – never really knowing where I’m going, pedal to the metal, and hoping for the best. Life, it is said, is a journey. Implicit in this metaphor is guidance, direction, and a destination. The guidance I received in my […]

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Forlorn

This sweet bushtit landed on my path while I was visiting Redding, California this past spring. After playing with the image, what emerged was a forlorn little fellow for whom I wrote this haiku. My heart goes out to all those in Redding, and elsewhere in the world where forest fires are ravaging lives. (Submitted […]

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Ghostly

“What can walk but has no legs; sleeps during the day, and is awake at night?” This is our six-year-old granddaughter’s latest joke. “A ghost!” On a recent visit to Northern Ontario, I photographed this solo loon.  There is something so haunting about the call of the loon, and I’ve been pondering it ever since. […]

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Confessions of Losses and Gains

Illness comes at a cost, yet even as the losses add up, there are gains. With the onset of summer, I recall leisurely hours spent golfing with my husband, or friends – a pastime we so loved.  My clubs now take up residence elsewhere, these muscles unfit for the exertion required. My tennis racquet sits […]

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The Light Fades

Light fades, the sun’s optimism giving way to darkness’ shadows my eyes are drawn to hidden places warily seeking the source of this creeping sensation what beasts inhabit crevices, what creatures lurk and are these merely trees that loom over me or the incarnation of trapped souls taunting my passage? (Written for All The Shoe’s […]

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