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Mental snapshot
I wish I took pictures today. Luckily, I’ll get some shortly. I had ramped up my children with excitement over the last few days, incubating the idea of how much fun we would have this morning. And we did have fun. I think they’re finally getting to an age where we can do things with…
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Friday’s balance
Friday musings are always fun. The paring down and sorting into boxes of the events of the week past. It was a week full of ups and downs, but in balance, it seemed to balance. A wrinkle here and there, but nothing so earthshattering that I’ll need time to recover from, which is a luxury.…
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White noise
A cacophony of sounds as loud as the sea I close my ears to the struggles around me My throat aches From words yet unsaid Truths not spoken Feelings of dread Each day another hustle Of shouts and dispair Sometimes I wonder If I even breathe air Whimpering at the noise I quiver and shake…
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A writer’s life?
Monday, Monday, So good to me. It was everything I hoped it would be. I woke up and ran all by myself, with the household fast asleep until I finished. Apparently, time change meant no tiny audience watching Netflix and interrupting my (admittedly slow) treadmill exercise. And then I went to work- but this morning,…
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Return to life
Time flees on wings of zeros and ones Ripped from my mind one piece at a time Lights flashing incessant noise Short circuits my brain Anxiety passes, Replaced by numbness, Surreal and blurry Slave to the tube, the phone, the click Dopamine hits Trickles away, Leaves emptiness behind Suddenly I remember The sun The grass…
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The job
Fact: Everyone must work to enjoy life. Or is it a fact? Is it work to wake up and do something that you love everyday? Surrounded by people you care about? Is it work to be honoured to play a small part in the lives of those around you? To share moments discussing weather and…
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A typical Monday
Another winters’ day, colder than I’d like, with the crunch of snow and the bite of the arctic in the air. I hate going outside when it’s like that, And yet, it’s so pretty I can’t help but marvel at the sharp edges on everything. The air smell so crisp, like frozen life and sunshine.…
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The weaving
Strands of happiness, Twisted grief Bunched up anger, loose relief The fabric of our stories knits us together, Filled with small stitches as strong as leather The material isn’t smooth, or even in colour But without variation Life would be much duller So just remember On days when you struggle every thread adds beauty Even…
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Snowy roads, warm hearts
I woke up to the sight of snow battered windows, dawn struggling to filter past the blowing snow. I had no idea what the day would bring, other than the clearly present snow. On most Saturdays, I take the morning off my exercise routine, believing that I should rest at least a little from the…
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Cabin fever
I’m not quite sure when I started this blog. I remember it was March, but I don’t know if it was the beginning or the end. So, to ensure that I achieve my goal of one full year, I’ll go above and beyond by aiming for the end of the month. The thought of “what…