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December 17th
More than halfway through the month again. This is the longest I’ve gone without downloading my thoughts in some form or shape. I haven’t blogged, I haven’t journaled. I haven’t really even taken time to jot a quick thought or poem down. Although I enjoy blogging daily, it has taken a backseat to the sheer…
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December 17th
More than halfway through the month again. This is the longest I’ve gone without downloading my thoughts in some form or shape. I haven’t blogged, I haven’t journaled. I haven’t really even taken time to jot a quick thought or poem down. Although I enjoy blogging daily, it has taken a backseat to the sheer…
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Saturday with Mr Cohen
Songs of passion and pain Life is for the living, For sunshine and also for the rain Tonight I heard the poignant words Sang through the bodies Of humans flying like birds Leonard Cohen and ballet A remarkable combination, His glorious voice and dance Earned a standing ovation I wept for the blue raincoat For…
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Father’s Day
The cracked hands hid a wealth of time Etched in each and every callus Worn with weather and with age They marked him as a man of experience But the same rough hands That lifted an engine, Changed a tire, built a house Were soft and warm Holding each of his newborns, And grandchildren He…
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The eve of destruction
The song, The Eve of Destruction, came on while I was eating supper tonight, and it stuck a nerve in a way it normally wouldn’t have. The news seems to be filled, everyday now, with stories of murder or suicide, countries ravaged by war or the latest, most heartrending event- children who are being forcibly…
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Champion
I am writing even though I know you will never read this. You’ve been gone so long, sometimes I can’t remember your face. But the memories we made together have guided me through life, a stalwart navigator on a sometimes stormy sea. I remember the times we spent together in childhood, when I would sleepover…
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Giants
I didn’t write yesterday. I thought about it, at least once an hour or so. But then instead, I found myself living, laughing and crying at talks given by insightful, amazing women with so much to share, Such wisdom and such humour. I’ve always thought that wit is something you can’t fake. You can study…
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Live and death
June 6th. I remember many things from today, but the event that touched me the most was when I was in grade 11. I was doing a project on radiology. I have no idea what it was about to this day, but I remember driving with my dad and my best friend to Brandon to…
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Saturday slurpee
Saturday is a day that can swing either way- deliciously relaxing or jam-packed full. Today mixed the two into a slurpy, almost as though when drinking a refreshing and delicious drink, when I’ve accidentally sucked all the flavour out and I’m left with only the sad, tasteless memories of my previously amazing beverage. While today…
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Time and relatives
A Saturday morning of quiet reflection. I spent the morning at the Toyota dealership, waiting while they exchanged our winter tires for summer ones. We may be taking a chance, but it’s time for me to believe that spring is firmly here. As I waited, I had a chance to reflect on my life. Almost…