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Victorian Joy

 It’s been a quiet week leading up to a long weekend. Monday is a statutory holiday in honour of Queen Victoria. I’m sorry. I’m a royalist and I celebrate our connections to Britain, if only for the traditions that give purpose and meaning (maybe) to our lives.  The 24th of May, or whenever it is […]

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The fine edgings of Joy…

….what is there about tragedy, misery and general dismay that makes us start to “sort things out?” I know everyone has their preferred method of dealing with s**t. Please fill me in. I need more “ammo” for the arsenal of handling a**holes.  Generally, I cope with the nastiness life throws at me, by burying myself

crochet, Joy, knitting, reality

The fine edgings of Joy…

….what is there about tragedy, misery and general dismay that makes us start to “sort things out?” I know everyone has their preferred method of dealing with s**t. Please fill me in. I need more “ammo” for the arsenal of handling a**holes.  Generally, I cope with the nastiness life throws at me, by burying myself

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Joy…..

I was thinking of writing Joy as “joy.” This has not been a particularly inspiring week. Well, maybe that’s the point. There are times when you have to hunt for Joy. It doesn’t just jump up, out of nowhere and give you that hug you so desperately need. So let me fire up my Joy

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Joy…..

I was thinking of writing Joy as “joy.” This has not been a particularly inspiring week. Well, maybe that’s the point. There are times when you have to hunt for Joy. It doesn’t just jump up, out of nowhere and give you that hug you so desperately need. So let me fire up my Joy

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My Stuff….

 …… My writing partner has given the next challenge – “My Stuff.” It couldn’t come at a better time. The change of seasons always makes me re-examine “my stuff.” This would be the bits and bobs, flotsam and jetsam of a life spent grappling with the creative process. I know creativity takes many routes, all

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My Stuff….

 …… My writing partner has given the next challenge – “My Stuff.” It couldn’t come at a better time. The change of seasons always makes me re-examine “my stuff.” This would be the bits and bobs, flotsam and jetsam of a life spent grappling with the creative process. I know creativity takes many routes, all

knitting, reality, unicorns

The Thickness of Ply….

The word for our third memory challenge is “ply.” It’s a simple 3 letter word with a depth of meaning, no pun intended. “Ply,” as a noun, means “layering.” As a verb it is often defined as “pushing on,” layering ones efforts repeatedly to achieve an end. I have dealt with ply in an industrial

knitting, reality, unicorns

The Thickness of Ply….

The word for our third memory challenge is “ply.” It’s a simple 3 letter word with a depth of meaning, no pun intended. “Ply,” as a noun, means “layering.” As a verb it is often defined as “pushing on,” layering ones efforts repeatedly to achieve an end. I have dealt with ply in an industrial

knitting, words

Conundrum….

I’m back to coupled writing! After a break for the holidays, my writing partner and I have again begun giving each other words for posts. My word is “conundrum,” taken from the latest book by Malcolm Gladwell, Talking to Strangers – more on the book later. I love conundrum. It sounds like the bumbling fools

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