Yesterday morning,I go out to fill the bird feedersand marvel at just how lovely fallcan bein all the changing of shadeseverywhere you look is colourand how beautifulthe leaveson the ground busying myself with laundry and suchthe next time I look…
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This morning I notice a bookunder the nightstandby our bed It’s called Fifty on Fifty orsomething of that naturewhile here I am on the eve often years pastand… I’m not even sure I have read it it seems strange yet,…
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Last night at dinner,my first spoonful of tomato soupand soda crackersaw, looooook I say to himthe broken bit of cracker on my spoon a perfectly lovely heart the other day at work,it’s the time of year that the whitewash comes…
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Today, it’s just a perfect fall day,wet andsoggythe colours outside are stillbrilliantrain, almost alwaysisneededand it’s Sunday… so it suits this morning, quiet startcoffee with my loveand conversation of things to comenew chapters unfoldingin real time we talk this morning aboutchanges…
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Last week, MondayI come in from work to tell himI have hit mylow earlier, I have quite silently whispered to myselfI cannot go oneverything feels, as if Iammuch too fragile for this old world on the inside, I push througha…
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“If you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison’ it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.”~ Lewis Carroll Days have felt likeAlicetumbling down into the darknessofthe rabbit holeunable to grab hold of muchor make senseof a worldgone tonon-sense…
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If I was to begin withnothing much to tell you… it’s the season of my husband working lots(there’s a few)and the nature of the business he’s inwe’ve never had weekends likepeopledoso, we’re not off adventuring orweekendingone night a week we…
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Friday morningmid-August, blue skies andsunshineof course, you will know wheretofindme the loveliest temperatures todaynot too hot, justabsolutely beautiful outside first thing, I am metby the all familiar humthat will render one quite stillthe vibration of wingsrapidlybeatingjust beside mea gorgeous little…
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I will never not bethe child of an alcoholic I will never not beaware of just when scales have beentipped of lost conversationsof lessgraciousnessof lesscaring memories blurred or missed of much less connectionand of course,caring I will never not be…
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Another gorgeous, gorgeous day,I mean, that aloneis to becelebrated, but this morning, something wonderful a walk to my most peaceful spotthe pondwhere for a time I will gaze on familiar spacesas I doevery day there are words, etched on my…
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