Seems to me,that the light of October isa special kindof light makes everything rathergolden holds its own kind of magic noticing… last week I had two fingers fitted for splintsin hopes of keeping themmobileand this week, after trying to work…
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“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.” ~ Herman Melville To love the…
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Today in recognitionof the mighty thistle I am currently carrying with me,on theinsidea ba-a-a-a-ad mooda prickly sort of crustthat I can feel, tightin my jawinternally, from about the ribcageuplike a potabout to boil over warning flares have been sentmostly to…
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One of my very favourite times of the morning,sitting outside by the pond,coffee and conversational ‘catch-up’with my lovewatch one single puff of whitesail slowly across a pale blue skyquite contentedly sinkdeepinto the pagesof arather wonderfulbookjust as the sun rises high…
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This morning the sky begins inbluebut rather quickly is blanketedin the fluffy white-nessof a slightly cooler but,neverthelessbeautiful day the garden, in its summer gloryhas received so much rain latelyit looks to be sittinglush andlow due to a falling tree last…
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The weather here is set to change,it’s been gorgeously mildfor November however much cooler temps are well on their wayin possible anticipation of thisthe skies todaydon’t hold much colourmakes one thankful for the ever changing leaves Remembrance Day todayand as…
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On the morning of a day expected to beheating upsevere storms in the forecastI sit by the pondin a lovely light breezea peaceable smile, dogs at my feetwatching a monarch flutterand the oriolesin the trumpet vine, attracted to thesweetnessof bold…
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“I want to tell you about the most hopeful thing in the world. It is a seed.”~ Janisse Ray Our giant puppy has been collecting seedsby way of trampling through all the gardensthe fur behind his ears andon his neck…
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This morning in the garden,I am thinking about how weharbour shame in our bodieshow we then come to coat ourselves with this shameas amour,how we righteously and continuously thrust it forthas shieldand wield it,fiercely and vigilantlyas swordand how in our…
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My week began with the all too familiar internal toil of pushing through clouds trying hard not to destroy myself with chatter willingly drawing in, in gentle intentioned loving kindness words and familiar phrases to ease myself through and repeating the same for you end of week, my inbox fills…
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