Season’s change and so do I the end of summer arrives, and thensuddenlyit’s fallwhere usually this comes with a feeling of dread, for methis year I seem to have just idly wanderedon throughas though someone’s left the door open… the…
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I found this little stone at work,in the shape of a heartI tend to notice these things, how theyappearin my pathyet hadn’t been there beforeit was wet when I first saw itso it appeared blackas I feel compelled to do,…
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Mostly I wanted to tell you about the monarchshow every time we step outinto the front gardentheyappear and how it always feels likethe most honourablevisitto us, asendangered as now they are and also about the rabbitthat came into view last…
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There is a kind of blessing to sittingquietlybelow a big full moon still hangingin the morning skyeven a little before the sun begins its rise with coffee andwarmslippers watching tiny chickadees at the feeder and thinking, these little fellows might…
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Maybe I was hoping today,I wouldsitto write something, possibly evenof little importanceabout a day, like todaybut sometimes life justtakes over each small bit offree space probably I would have told you howthe sky was so blueand the air was a…
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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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When one catand two of the dogs have me upway, way before the sunwhere most wearily, one is calledto begin a day, not yet dawningyou might then ask yourself, Whereis the light? when yesterday’s stench of decomposingmisogynistic infirmitywafting up from…
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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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I’m not afraid to tell you,it’s been a really hard three weeksrelative to me, anywaywhere I will walk around with a label‘Functioning Depressive’ stamped and flashing subtle warnings, on the underside of awhite flag that I carry in defeat as…
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This morning feels, daunting … ? uncertain… ? worrisome… ? tentative… ?twenty-four brand new hours, and all that,in the province where I live, politics may bethe word of the dayyet comes with the unusual (for me) feeling ofwho caresit’s all…
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