28/10/22 Trauma’s Stooge Old Trauma came visiting in the night Gave me quite a fright New Insight took control Gave Trauma quite a fight. Now I know I am stronger than my Trauma even when it visits in the night My Insight gives me control, I’m no longer Trauma’s Stooge.
Zoe, our family dog, once Siobhan's dog. 2022 Zoe 2022. Zoe and me cuddles. 2022. I lie beside my canine friend And stare up into the canopy of my private bower Watching butterflies flitter-flutter And birds sounding like squeaky dog toys. Leaves quiver shiver In the hot autumn breeze. I cuddle our family dog Taking … Continue reading How do we say goodbye?
I acknowledge the long unexplained silence As I sit upon my patio Gazing at my foresty-garden: Autumn rains it's leaves in gusts of winds Pitter-patter to the ground In the lull, like the in-breath, a leaf drifts Down to touch the ground Like a little foraging bird. Leaves leaving the branch akin to letting go. … Continue reading Sitting quietly is a gift.
Letting go. And so as spring returns to the southern hemisphere so does my spring-cleaning continues with renewed fervor. At the same time my mind creatively processes my life from beginning to end. I collected shells and dead insects from when I was in junior school till recently. Oddly insects are also like shells, they … Continue reading Shells
Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself"Mahatma Gandhi I have to admit, as a creative individual I have experienced ups and downs of emotions, which over time, I have come to learn is quite natural and useful in creativity; yet after suffering depression I found … Continue reading The ups and downs of life.
I have had to adjourn my Icefield posts due to a technical problem I have regarding my images from the trip: no images, no posts for the moment. In the meantime here is a poem... Reflection is about going deep inside yourself, turning what you have "seen", over and over in your mind, like a … Continue reading Polishing Reflections
Most of us value our lives right down to the last breath we take, and my mother was young at heart so it was not too surprising when she retorted, “I am not old! I am not a geriatric!” at 80 years old when I suggested we make an appointment for her to see a … Continue reading Life is Sacred
Visiting Capilano Suspension Bridge Park was a very special day as we had never experienced such views from a suspension bridge before. It is a 140 meters long and 70 meters above the riverbed. My words cannot do this place justice. We met up with a dear friend of Derek's; Hubert was visiting Canada so … Continue reading Rejuvenation in Capilano Suspension Bridge Park, Vancouver
We gave Derek's father a lift into the country where he met up with his sister. While we traveled I experienced the landscape as a poem: As we traveled in the countryside I began to see the autumnal earth and her layers of her farmlands as many different fabrics, a layered patchwork skirt some ploughed … Continue reading A Day in the Autumnal Country side, South Africa.
While we were visiting Vancouver Island we took an hour walk around Thetis lake which is made up of two fresh water lakes joined by a narrow piece of land in between and it is located in the Thetis Lake Regional Park on Vancouver Island. Needless to say, with the forest surrounding the lake, this … Continue reading Thetis Lake