January 18, 2016 § Leave a comment
It is Monday and the harsh cold of the past several days has abated. Gentle winds this morning push across Calgary as the chinook raises yesterday’s temperature of -20C to near freezing this morning, a pleasant surprise. This winder adjustment must have caught many off guard as it did me. « Read the rest of this entry »
January 7, 2016 § Leave a comment
Just a few words. Not a novel or a short story, not even an essay. Words to make a sentence or two and share a moment of joy or pain of self or someone dear. To explain a problem and answer the unasked question. « Read the rest of this entry »
November 25, 2015 § Leave a comment
My brother put this image up yesterday aptly titled Passing By. He has a keen ability in composition to provide a brief commentary that stops short of explanation and allows the observer to draw on their life experience to create a personal story. I am no different. I find so many possibilities for writing in the way he presents the world each day. « Read the rest of this entry »
January 21, 2014 § 11 Comments
Five months. The thoughts spin, a wonderful chaos of what is and what will be. For now the focus is on collection and putting one foot in front of the other . The day will arrive based on my commitment to a new year, to craft something unique, of my own.
January 4, 2014 § 13 Comments
“A dog is a dog unless he is facing you, then he is Mr. Dog” « Read the rest of this entry »
December 27, 2013 § 7 Comments
It is hard to see the sun and when I look up it is bright, blinding and it is what they say it is like when you die, bright light, ascending to what ever it is that is above, or below. I just see bright light and I have to close my eyes, then it falls over me, the thoughts of what makes a prefect day, not a last day.
I want more days and some days I can not get that thought to keep rhythm with my heart that wants more. More love, more life, more giving and more of you. Where these places are coming from I have little understanding, where they are from or going to to, a secret place. « Read the rest of this entry »
December 9, 2013 § 13 Comments
A quiet chatter, distant most times and at others a loud, echoing, deafening voice. Always present and seldom can it be hushed away, it fades on its own accord, in its own time. The lack of control on the volume dial only adds leaving me with fear that others will hear, will see what is so obvious to me.
So it is when the demon wakes from its sleep in distant corners of my mind. Angry that it is pulled from the terror of his fitful nightmares that provoke him when he is not with me, near me. It is this torment that he faces that he shares, angry no doubt that he is inflicted so and wishes only for others, or at least me, to suffer his same fate. « Read the rest of this entry »