I was brought up to politely dismiss other people's faith.
Death
Still young in spirit, that’s true
During the Christmas holidays this year, I fell asleep to the sound of my three adult children laughing and talking. It was delightful.
Neither Use nor Ornament
I love the saying 'Neither Use nor Ornament' and I think it should be on my tombstone.
Lost scarf with gold thread
I had a beautiful scarf that I bought myself when I was out shopping with my precious first daughter. It was a warm gold and orange and turquoise, vibrant and fiery and calming all at once. I was wearing it on the day that I looked into my car's rear view mirror and saw my … Continue reading Lost scarf with gold thread
Kit Currie – Missing Woman and my Thoughts
Fair Play or Foul Play - Awaken my Rage against Violence Against WomenI am re-posting this post about a missing woman who was last seen at Queen and Bathurst in downtown Toronto, jumping on her bike. As soon as I saw her photo with her wide smile and two braids I thought of a friend … Continue reading Kit Currie – Missing Woman and my Thoughts
Bummer, Blues and Visions of a Radiated Sea
I had some good thoughts yesterday but I have forgotten them now. I am thinking in colours and textures. Did I have an insight about death? No, nothing there, just a flash of darkness that passes through me. But not an actual thought. We are approaching the first year since my Mom died and I have … Continue reading Bummer, Blues and Visions of a Radiated Sea
I missed you but I was busy thinking
I have gone through a quiet stage. I even hesitate to write in my journal. Sometimes I feel tired just thinking about putting my thoughts into writing. But I don't feel bad or sad at all. I am cruising. I am thinking. I remember talking with an American cousin of mine about whether natural birth … Continue reading I missed you but I was busy thinking
Smiling at a Potted Plant
"I just smiled at a potted plant, thinking it was you”. She thought she saw me at her table when I was having a long distance phone call with my Mom. This was when her mind was beginning to go a bit wild. I did not know it then but it was a sign of things to … Continue reading Smiling at a Potted Plant
Red Sun in Morning
I type in the dark, fingers missing keys, as my daughter sleeps in a shadowy futon couch bed in the corner of my study; a grown woman planning her big move to the west coast of the United States. Today she turns 21. The first fall without my Mom. She has passed away. Passe Compose. … Continue reading Red Sun in Morning
Mama – Last Word
I made one more trip to see mom before she died. I went straight down to see her and was dismayed to see how lifeless she was. She had not been sitting up for a few days, and she had stopped eating. I knew that, and I knew what was happening, and I knew why … Continue reading Mama – Last Word
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 