A mix of dark and white fluffy clouds, sunshine streaming through after a day of rain, a truck racing between stop signs on Sydney Street, folks walking by my windows; a Friday early evening and a good time to write a blog entry. July is winding down quickly and...
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A Writing, Healing Residency
The summer of 2021, a much different summer. A summer in the city. A summer where I walk a different route and rest my head at the end of the day in a different place. I gaze out different windows at a different landscape. Somehow in my weariness, confusion and...
A Walk around the Block
This is a glorious morning. Before I settled down to work I took a quick walk around the block. Except for the blister on my right heel the walk was wonderful. I love the architecture, the color and the feel of the city. I love the trees, the flowers , the people and...
There Will Always be Flowers
For those of you who read my blog regularly you may have noticed I've been absent. Busy, I might say. Away. I might tell you. All true but so much more. Life has taken a turn I didn't see coming but on some level I always knew it was a possibility. I will not go...
What I’ve Had Enough of!
Hanging out my laundry a few minutes ago I thought of a story I was told about an interaction in a retail establishment a few days ago. Asked to put his mask up over his nose a man lashed out angrily stating he had enough of this ... and threw a...
That’s All I’ll Ever Become
I just heard a moving interview with William Prince and listened to his song That's all I'll Ever Become. I quickly went to the You Tube video of the song and listened to it again. I closed my eyes and cried at the emotion and truth of those words. Living to the...




