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”

In Stark Contrast

The quiet is broken by a pair of geese who land on the grass. The road traffic noise is an intermittent rumble. The sun feels warm and a sense of peace should be present.

Waiting is for the Birds

I had/have this crazy idea that I would spend a bit of time this winter doing “homework”. It seems there is a plethora of it this winter but I am quite certain spring will have sprung and I will not have done an ounce of what I set out to do in regards to this particular list.

Sunday Stills of Rosy Reds

It is entirely possible I will struggle with the link but I did want to participate (for the first time ever) in #SundayStills. The prompt this week is #RosyReds and that struck me as so timely today that I wanted to hop on the band wagon. Now if I can just pull it all together!

A ray of sunshine

I rarely plan my posts ahead of time. They just appear, as if by magic, into my head. The thoughts are usually in one theme and headed in a straight forward direction. Rarely are they philosophical or “flowy” in how they tie together a concept and the reality of daily living. Perhaps today I can manage that so I am going to interrupt Charlotte  (once again).

Whimsical Win

The phone rang shortly before lunch, an odd enough occurence for sure. The caller though someone I often speak with. She calls me her second mom as I helped guide her through some formative times. Now a dozen years later we still keep in touch regularly. The call promoted a string of events.

Silent Sunday Sunshine

Seriously I didn’t care that it was -26 with a windchill of -35. The sunshine was stellar. Added bonus we finally saw a moose!

The Wishes

My eldest sent me a text yesterday asking what I would like for my birthday. Truth is that I can’t have what I want for my birthday.