Sometimes just as I am going to fall asleep I feel my mind turn over and wake up. It clicks into a different gear. Oh no.
Spiritualism
Praying was Unexpected
I was brought up to politely dismiss other people's faith.
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.
Summer Sad
It is often grey, overcast and cool yet muggy. The air is full of the blessed, biting bugs. Everything is damp.
Look for Sweetness
Last year as winter approached, we found tiny abandoned babies along the shore when we went for our evening walk. We'd be chatting, and then I'd hear a cry. Was it a bird? We'd pause, step back and listen and there, night after night, was another small, cold, hungry kitten. The first one was under … Continue reading Look for Sweetness
Mama is Preparing to Leave this World
Every time I return from Toronto I know that these trips will be over soon. After my dad and his wife died I never went back to Victoria. The home, the chairs sitting in the sun, the desk with the photos, the box of tea, the couch where I crashed, were gone. Those very things … Continue reading Mama is Preparing to Leave this World
Mom and the Old Bitch Above
There was a time in my youth when I wished my Mom was dead. As soon as I wished it I realized that it was a terrible solution. I knew that my Mom drove me crazy in various ways but it was certainly not fair to request her death in order to set me free … Continue reading Mom and the Old Bitch Above
My Mom
I should be calling her on the phone right now. And I am reluctant. It is not because she is a self-pitying or complaining, or crabby or incoherent. When I do call we have fun calls about writing, thinking, dreaming, regrets and relationships. The hard part is saying 'good bye' because I can tell that … Continue reading My Mom
Snow, Snow, Snow!
If the room is filled with a cool white light and the air smells crisp like apples and fresh laundry, then you can tell that it has snowed before you even open your eyes. I remember the joy of smelling snow as a child, and jumping out of bed to see if it was true. … Continue reading Snow, Snow, Snow!
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 