Stats, word of the year review and preview, feelings, plans…. my blog post notes on what the include, the standard stuff of a year end post but somehow the words seem to be evading me.Continue reading “#Sundaystills ’21 A mirror on Inspire”
The leaves are long down and are now nicely buried under the first solid layer of snow. Bonus points for being both moisture and brightening up the world around as November can seem dull and drab here on the prairies.Continue reading “#Sundaystills Snow “leaves””
If the blog prompt had been about Burl Wood or a burl of wood it would have seemed easy. Instead this week’s theme is burlywood, the colour. Which I had to look up only to find out it’s a boring beige really. Ugh but I’ve decided to rise to the challenge.Continue reading “#Sundaystills Burly What?”
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.Continue reading “Celestial signs – it’s time”
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.Continue reading “Waiting is for the Birds”
I went down a complete WordPress rabbit hole the other day. One blog post and the comments sent to another blogger to another to another. I read for quite some time. I came across a “new to me” form of poetry. It is actually a centuries old Japanese non rhyme syllable based word play.
I love sunrises
Pastel swirls around the sky
Clouds unfurl downward
Time ticks along irregardless
Up to us to use wisely
The clock said it had been only 12 hours but it had felt endless. A full shift of donning and doffing PPE, of monitors, codes and death.
Not just one death. That was always hard enough but to be followed so quickly by the second.
The drive home, dark and sullen, another calendar day surrendered to winter and the fight against Covid19.
I feel spent she thought as she walked up the sidewalk to her home. Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy. I wish with all my heart that I could just walk through the door and collapse.
She eased her body into the steaming hot shower. Felt the cleansing force of the water drop the weight of work from her body.
Dried and dressed she put on her “Mom” face and opened her door for the nightly kisses ritual.
144 word prompt with the sentence “Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy”
27 + 18 + 17 + 40 +24 + 18 = 144 (I like double triple checked that ’cause math isn’t my strong suit). Very little editing as I realized once had to leave much to the imagination.
What initials does have after her name? Does she work in ER or OR or ICU? Does she know the names of her dead patients years later? Does she wish that she’d chosen another career? Does she regret missing full days in the life of her children to help others? Does she drink that glass of wine every night to help make things seem ok?
I had zero intention of writing this today as I am still writing the fourth section of Charlotte’s story. I guess this is what people call their “muse”. I read a post written by Louise at Dare Boldly using the word prompt and the 144 word limit; flash fiction prospery. The full link to the host site can be found here at https://dversepoets.com/2021/01/18/prosery-bone-weary/. I am still trying to figure out how to link myself to there to show that I participated. Oh technology why do we have this love hate relationship?
I went about my “business” for the day which actually just included being derailed by losing a piece of paper (the puppy’s health info sheet) and scouring (and cleaning as I went) the house looking for said piece of paper. The words kept coming back to my head and the concept was obvious to me.
I think often of my friends and colleagues as they go about their professional life during this difficult time. Those of us who are at home have it easy, those who go to work face challenges and those in health care give so much of their soul. This is my small homage to them and the many faces they wear.
New challenge telegram post can still send telegrams worldwide next day service who knew
Brevity not strong suit 10 words maximum impact not for me
Plus I really miss punctuation. I wanted to add stop after each sentence but see inset above about why that’s not necessary.
It’s it kind of crazy to think about the fact that even 40 years ago these were common place. Turns out they aren’t extinct like the dinosaur but my reading revealed that they are used now if you want a recieved signature for an important document. Next day service in a world where people lose their minds if they can’t get same day delivery of anything they order on line.
I had thought about telegrams on our anniversary. I was writing Muddied Waters and was looking through our wedding album when I came across the two below that we received.
Then today I was reading a post over at The Spectacled Bean found here at Let’s write friendlier blog posts. She’d found an old 1945 book about how to write a letter and the conversations via comments that ensued made me want to give this a try. Anyone else have a telegram story to share?
Perhaps a post card is more my style. Ah that might just be another post and a trip down memory lane ?
Look at me GO!
Who knows what kind of content there will be in this post. It’s all about learning to maximize my ability to use the tools available to me. I was recently
challenged inspired to push my capabilities and decided to have fun with it. Thanks D and D!
Just moving stuff around.Continue reading “Look at me GO!”
I am extremely excited to bring you the first GUEST BLOG POST about our National Parks. For me it’s like a triple win; a Saskatchewan park, the wide open prairies (my spiritual space) and written by an inspiring young woman who is a mover and a shaker. Someone I am lucky enough to call my friend and who, with only a tiny bit of encouragement dove into writing about her Parks Canada experience. Continue reading “Grasslands National Park”