Growing with gratitude for life's challenges
Frivolous, giddy, flippant, lighthearted, silly….words I might never have used to describe myself. Ric is trying to rehabilitate me. Take for example, an outing to replace one sketching pencil. The singles were sold out at our local art store, so I bought a whole set. It took quite a bit of convincing. The single pencils […]
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A single tearwhite-hot acidannounces self pityabhorrent emotion midday body crashedI am foul-minded, drag-downunreasonable…spiteful shut my eyes againsta world of able-bodiesimmune to the struggle loathe this weaknessthis intolerable disconnect –body/mind detached from will futility reality’s wallcould cry…will not crythis day is not done. Later, tasks accomplished –I pushed through –I sleep, awaken to nightfall Soft pinks […]
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“It’s the hard things that break; soft things don’t break. It was an epiphany I had today and I just wonder why it took me so very, very long to see it! You can waste so many years of your life trying to become something hard in order not to break; but it’s the soft […]
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Nature herself seems confused these days – flowers linger despite the frosty chill. Inside, we prepare to hunker down for the cold weather, knowing that there is always potential for hindered travel. Isolation plays with the mind, conjures certainty of malfeasance. Ric’s recovery is slow and his spirit is lagging. I feel somehow left behind, […]
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There is frost on the pumpkin, and Jack Frost, and Robert Frost, and frosty stares, and a cake to frost. I’ll likely be outside trying to capture frosty images. Where will this challenge take you? Can’t wait to read.
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“There’s a sit-com in here somewhere,” I tell a friend, relaying how our week has gone. “Except no one would believe it,” she retorts. She could be right. I don’t even want to write it here: all seems so beyond the realm of possibility. Ric and I have found a rhythm. I look after his […]
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In anticipation of hubby’s return from hospital, I had it all planned: get him settled, run prescriptions to the pharmacy, pick up a pre-roasted chicken and salads, then home to nurse him to wellness. Except, the chickens were sold out and the salads picked over, and the pharmacy backed up, and when I finally got […]
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We can reason our way through a problem, or be the reason for something happening, or believe in a higher reason for all that befalls us. Let this week’s prompt take you where it will, regardless of the reason. Look forward to your responses, and having a bit of fun with this myself. All are […]
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The plan was to meet in a park so that the children could play and the adults could social distance. It’s Canadian Thanksgiving. Getting together with family is a tradition. Three nights in a row, I have suffered insomnia. October has brought fluctuating temperatures and skies that shift from bright promise to somber clouds. My […]
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Ribbons of colourline the landscaperaucous revelry Autumn clouds gathertheir brooding silencethreatening celebration Overnight the wind rosecarried with it the tearsof our imposed isolation. (Pathetic fallacy is a literary device used to convey emotions/mood through reference to the weather. The poem is my attempt. A better example is the novel, Wuthering Heights, by Emily Brontë, where […]
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One Woman's Quest II 