Thursday, October 8, 2009
Thank you all for your kind words. I'm still numb and in shock but coming
around. I've been keeping busy with arranging the funeral this Saturday. I'm trying to honour my mother the best I can but without her having written down what that parting ceremony should look like it's like trying to walk in her shoes for a bit. Difficult, to say the least. Again, thank you for...
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Sunday, October 4, 2009
My mother died - so unexpected. A funeral was held in Winnipeg this week
and next saturday another service will be held in Victoria, Canada. She was so loved, well known, and an extremely well-respected woman in this community. I am only just discoverng just how many lives she touched. God be with her. Linger There, in the shallow of my breathing, or in the soft folds of...
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Saturday, September 26, 2009
“The world is sweet in the heart, and green to the eye..."
Green The mist has left my vision blurred but dampened the field beyond with green I know the colour well it is rich and fragrant full of life and promise The breeze has slowed my pace but swept the trees with laughing tease and added a glitter to their green I know the colour well it is swift upon...
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Friday, September 25, 2009
"I may be crazy but it keeps me from going insane.” ~ Waylon Jennings
Unraveled There are days when the brutal world steels our patience takes our tightly knitted mind and unravels it slowly one strand at a time sometimes without notice Familiar routes seem strange Urban rust crunches beneath our feet as though we’ve never heard the sound before Familiar forests take...
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Thursday, September 24, 2009
"Ideas are great arrows, but there has to be a bow." ~ Bill Moyers
Cutting Edge As if trumpeters sound off to awaken night-thoughts cut through the dark like an axe of light And with each silver blow against the shadows lurking splendour scorches epiphany torches solutions slice and slice again The mind revels in its precision But alas the trumpeters retreat and...
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
“A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?"
~ Eintstein Questions And still there sits the ponder and the wondering like a pool of water neither moving nor rushing on a hot summer's day Should I choose to swim in stroke or float the wake I leave would sill be mired and twisted tight with questions reeling and answers beyond my reach
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009
“If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything.” ~ Mark Twain
Truth A virtuous man can whisper into his soul both the word no or the affirmation yes and there is no ripple or noise There is no breech of promise but rather gold silken threads spinning not webs but writing word after careful word And the script that he speaks falls into the depths of his being...
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Monday, September 21, 2009
"A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof." ~ Rene Char
The wind may spin its rhymes by whistling through the branches or blowing through the darkness of night The trees may sing in liberating verse as they glisten against a morning sky The birds may swoon in lyrics sweet and sing the notes of leaving or enchant us with their passion The air, crisp...
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Sunday, September 20, 2009
"Where there is much light, the shadow is deep” ~ Goethe
Night Shadows When the voices of the night amuse the mind into a sweet and calm delight When mystical shadows dance upon the glass-like surface of the water and enchant our imagination When the slow and noiseless footsteps of the departed can be heard in the distance When we neither comprehend nor...
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Saturday, September 19, 2009
“Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower” ~ Albert Camus
Frost The husky rustle of cornfields can now be heard and the hummingbirds and jays now speak in quiet mumble Untangled gold and crimson leaves sail adrift upon the cool, mocking fall air Beyond the stoic haystacks heaped a field of pumpkins preach of cellars to fill and barns to stock of nature’s...
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