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If I leave early in the morning, maybe 7:00am when the sun is just up, for my 10kms walk, I can be almost alone in my poem of the day. Thank you Mary Oliver for putting my day into words.

OK, the gods of the universe have made contact again, this time through the oracle of Facebook. I came across a meme from someone I may have subscribed to (or not as the case may be.) The meme began… “read poetry; write poetry; live poetry.” I was intrigued. I read poetry. I don’t write poetry.

I haven’t worked on the few websites I “own” in a while. However, I missed the regular writing of posts. I missed the struggle and positive resolution of “outwitting” WordPress. I missed feeling “young” again. Enter “Life is What Happens.” Coding, manipulating files, understanding techspeak and successfully creating an interface that works give me Joy.

OK, I’ve said it. It is the first time and maybe the last. If I want to stay in Canada and not follow my wildest dream of selling up and moving to Spain (without Spanish) I have to start enjoying Winter. For the last month my walking paths have been glazed – more like iced

…..our word today is “scale.” It’s a word that my writing partner has chosen for our writing challenge. Well, this, for me, will be a challenge indeed. Yes, it’s a simple word, but the scale, that physical measuring device, was the single most import element in my life from March 2020 to October 2021. It

 It used to be that you could go into a store and buy what you needed. You could go back to that store and buy the same thing again or its add-ons, as needed. Not anymore! Here’s my story. I’m reorganizing the house. I do it every few years. It clears out the cobwebs and

Our writing word for today is “muse.” It’s my offering and it came to mind because my creative muse has been hiding somewhere and I can seem to find her. I thought that maybe, if I wrote a post about a creative muse, she’d come out and prove me wrong. She’s an antagonistic sort of

Our writing word for today is “passage.” I always think of passage as a very grand word. It reminds me of long journeys by sea to distant lands. Wealthy people booked passages on steamships to the Orient. Or they took exotic train journeys, rail passages, to Istanbul. The poor took passages too. Their journeys, though,