I realize now, that I have been living poetry all my life. I fold clothes. In a good year I have even ironed clothes and I mend clothes. Mary Oliver lives her poems in nature. I have only recently had the time to do this. But I have for most of my life lived the […]
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
Well I didn’t get to go to New York, but my daughter did for two days. The trip was originally to be a mother – daughter junket for her best friend, however, her girlfriend’s mother didn’t have enough time on her passport – 6 months, so she couldn’t go. Katherine bought the tour package from
…OK it’s really not a Joy. I have had to start doing exercises, which I hate with a passion, to overcome some Camino setbacks. The worst has been Plantar Fasciitis. It’s foot pain caused by overweight – read backpack and needs to be addressed. Purgatory #1 – exercise. I hate it – them. But I
I came across a peculiar piece of syntax in the newspaper the other day. It was in an obituary about a very interesting woman, who had led an amazing life. In the litany of achievements she had accomplished was the note that she was a serial “marrier”- meaning, I presume, that she had had several
This week has been difficult. We had to put our 19-year-old cat down. Hunter had lost the use of his hind legs and I couldn’t bear to see him struggle. He’d had a good life and we will miss him. On the day of his demise, I had coffee with a friend. It was an
