Winter seems to bring out the signs. You know, the ones that say, “Wet floor, be careful.” It’s wet, no doubt, from all the slushy boots that melt, as people stand in line for coffee or something dryer 🙂 Or the signs, that say, “Use at your own risk,” for all those stairs that are […]
I was reading a post the other day that began “Three more Charlottes.” The author, Charlotte Henley Babb, was researching famous women named Charlotte. One of her posts was about Grace Kelly’s mother-in-law – quite an infamous woman. But that’s an aside. Her title, Three Charlottes, made me think of and old folk song entitled
I tend to write in the morning, very early. In fact, right now, it’s just after 7:00am. The day will begin soon. However, I bask in the half light, that time after night and just before day – twilight in reverse. Animals who are up and about, at this time are called crepuscular. Not actually
…… I may also be getting my sense of humour back. That is, I seemed to have lost, for a while anyway, not only my enthusiasm for writing, but also my ability to find the humour and/or irony in situations that I come across daily. Well, my sense of humour has always been a little
…….. is another A word that I chose for a day of channeling a few Octobers ago. Actually I may have tried to channel (think) it on one of those very busy days, that makes meditating virtually impossible, because nothing really got “stirred up.” This is not a bad thing. Wait, I did do a
When the days draw in and the temperature drops, I “die.” I am not a winter person, but, by some accident of birth, I was born in a country with long cold winters, Canada. OK, it could have been worse, it could have been, Russia. Over the years, I have had to devise ways of
…..I love words. I love them individually, on their own, out of context, just sitting there in my mind, waiting for the right moment to be given life – spoken or written. That’s why my interest was piqued when I came across this post entitled, “The 100 Most Beautiful Words in English.” They are listed
I enjoy the words associated with groups of “things,” such as, “a gaggle of geese” or “a pride of lions” and I really enjoy making up terms to apply to groups of “things,” which maybe need a little more recognition. These “collection” phrases are like miniature poems. They are shorter than Haikus, but they are
This has all happened before and I know it will all happen again. It’s Sunday morning and I haven’t an idea in my head for a post 🙂 There was lots of “stuff” on FB, but again, much of it was repetitive – trite memes, boring lists, not-so-cute animal tricks – sigh. I flipped around
I was fascinated by this quotation posted by Wordporn. It’s from Plato’s symposium and it may explain a lot of the angst in this world. How often do we feel incomplete? Are we plagued with the sense that there is something missing in our lives? Do we find ourselves searching, reaching out, ever hoping to find
