The Mercury

As the mercury (well ok so we don’t use mercury any more but it sounds good) rises the thoughts swirl and toss around in the hot air.

#Sundaystills Right out My Door

I was going to skip this last week for a large number of reasons (and indeed may be already too late to link up) with the Sunday stills theme of the great outdoo

But…this week the theme was front and center at Nan’s house. I had enrolled my “littles” in at Timbernook for a session called “Little Wild Ones”.  This international outdoor school has a location literally right across the road from me; 1.5 km down a big hill. Our outdoor adventure included getting there.

Pause and Reflection

It was an unusual sort of day. Not due to the date but rather because of it.

Wordless Wednesday This Week

Tattered and torn

Hill Tops to the bottom

I sit here quietly on top of the hill. The wind rustles through the aspen grove and the meadowlark’s call seems forlorn today.

Celestial signs – it’s time

I’ve been silent for a while; pondering, listening and learning. Perhaps I can pull it all together cohesively into a post. I am willing to give it a shot because it’s about acknowledgement and  reconciliation.

It’s back

The end of May brought a serious change. I turned up the June calender and there are lots of activities scheduled. That seems so weird because other than my work it’s been empty for so long. Sports are now allowed here and so my other half resumed his soccer life. There are also meetings, vaccine dates (!) and a doctor’s appointment. Just like that it’s all back.

Months of Madness

One might think that I was referring to the pandemic with that title. But actually for once it’s not at the front of my mind.

No it’s just that time of year again. The one where I go missing from this blog for long periods. This will be especially true this year and here is a run down of why. Read on and then stand in line to call me crazy.

Make Monday Meaningful

Something I read yesterday stuck with me and early early this am I created my own version. Then I coloured it and organized the side of the fridge around it. It takes me to “my happy”.

Head Down Blinders On

A mere few decade of months ago I read the words that Kitty O’Meara penned and wrote a post called Not at Peace. The original words would roll around in my head occasionally but now they don’t seem to ring true. Sadly those words were lost on far too many here and around the world. The change in the tone texture of these words have been rattling around in my head for a while.

But then I worried. Is this plagiarism? So I called up the services of an impartial outside editor to review what I wrote and get an honest opinion. We had a long phone conversation (in itself a wonderful delight) and in the end I felt that the artistic license with the words were honouring the original structure but changing the intent. Which is allowable, perhaps even encouraged? I even found a poetry site that the first lesson was to change a classic poem by switching out certain words and in those examples they put the revisions in bold as I have done below.

“Imitation, conscious imitation, is one of the great methods, perhaps the method of learning to write. The ancients, the Elizabethans, knew this, profited by it, and were not disturbed. As a son of Ben [Jonson], Herrick more than once rewrote Jonson, who, in turn, drew heavily on the classics. And so on.”—Theodore Roethke, “How to Write Like Somebody Else”