OK, I started yesterday, but finished to-day. In fact about a week ago, I decided to make several face masks with material left over from a cushion I had made several years ago. I would normally not panic and wear a mask and/or gloves, but there have been too many articles in the paper lately […]
Our word for today is “band” – it has many meanings. The first to come to mind is music – the camaraderie of music. People coming together to play instruments, sing, express joy. I’m not good enough to play my piano in a band, but my writing partner plays the flute and has joined a
Our writing word for today is “Death.” Well, I suppose it’s important to think about the end of the story, as we read or write along. I somehow like to think, that if my life were a book, it would be a long (maybe slow) read. War and Peace comes to mind, as do these
Our word today is “image.” I like it because it’s the basis of the word imagine. To me imagination is all about creating images of what might be. For example, it took some brilliant person to imagine the wheel or to think we could fly. Every small step from the stone age to this electronic
One of my favourite poets is T.S. Eliot and one of my favourite books is Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats. I love, love, love everyone one of the poems in the book and yes, I am a cat person!! Ironically, this weekend one of those magical poems came to mind. It was Gus –
OK, it’s Thursday, but I promised you a poem from Aimless Love by Billy Collins and here it is. It’s longer than most poems I read, but it says so much about the everyday – Not just every Monday Life through the slats Monday – Billy Collins The birds are in their trees toast is
I do like bright lights and a big city. After all, I was born very close to the downtown area of Toronto and although you may be able to take the person out of the city, I don’t think that you can ever take the city out of the person. Perhaps this is why I
I have some friends on FB who always seem to elevate the situation. Don’t get me wrong, I still love the ones who make me laugh, post inspirational thoughts for the day and remind me I have to avoid genetically modified food – good luck on that one. However, Kim Findlay’s posts always suggest that
At the risk of posting twice in close succession about poetry (I could lose the few readers I have), I feel that I have to give you (and me) a little more Mary Oliver. These are excerpts of simple poems that say so much. From “The Journey” You strode deeper and deeperinto the world,determined to
I have to thank Lee Ann Dalton for this poem. I follow Lee Ann on FB. She writes the column “Made in Canada” in Vogue Knitting and has written about a number of us, myself included. I haven’t been reading a lot of poetry lately, because I haven’t come across any new poets that I
