I was a ‘bad’ student. I caused trouble for teachers, skipped many classes, and still passed high school with honours. I was an enigma, our Vice Principal said. He didn’t know what to do with me, and ended up inviting me to leave. He was always respectful. That young woman joined me, many years later, […]
I know I’ve posted it before, but this monochrome image of the river in Winter still inspires me: For Lens-Artisits Photo Challenge: Shadows and Reflections in Monochrome
I met a woman once, so debilitated by disease that my impulse was to recoil. Then I remembered the words of one of my teachers: “There is something to love about everyone”, and I checked myself, and realized that this woman must have an incredibly strong will to live. I told her so, and noted […]
Tracks on ice remind me that even in the depth of winter there is movement. I am conflicted by the onset of cold: resigned to spending more time indoors, and already feeling the restlessness set in. Art projects line up, encouraged by the many related gifts I received for Christmas. Writing calls to me too […]
The excitement of travel, friends visiting, and the overabundance of photo opportunities has left me exhausted. Yesterday was the first day in four that I ventured outside briefly. So much for intentionally practicing peace. I feel a bit like a dog chasing its own tail – so much I want to do and see, yet […]
Armed with Nancy Merrill’s prompt and my camera, I convinced my husband to drop me off at the river last night, just as the light was fading. Â The stillness of the day promised to offer some good photo opportunities. Â Autumn has turned up her colour, although the leaves are disappearing quickly, so I fear I […]
Oh, to jump without fear – a skill long passed, although leaps of faith, I still take – never too aged for those. I remember when speed equated with freedom – a constant race – now I walk with careful measure, fresh air still accompanying pace. Never could accomplish a cartwheel – coordination not amongst […]
To know I have accomplished something each day, is as important to me as the first cup of tea in the morning. Â It is the satisfaction of knowing I have contributed, that I have made a stamp (no matter how minute) on the passage of time. Prior to illness, I didn’t think much about accomplishment; […]