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Brassy and Bold
A whirlwind week with a fork in the road- the last instalment of my geriatrics course, the fifth weekend. I’m torn between equally strong emotions of happiness that it’s over and disappointment I didn’t do more while I was away. Each time I flew away, I couldn’t help but miss my babies in advance, causing…
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Trace of life
The final drops of energy sliding away, Holding on to the promise of the end of the day Fighting fatigue, each step a thousand pounds Feeling like a fighter who’s already gone ten rounds Some days are diamonds, some days are coal, Sometimes it’s hard to get close to the goal A last vestige of…
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For the Love of Google
Today’s word prompt caused me to reconsider, not for the first time, my love of information. I’ve always had an intense desire to know why. Didn’t matter what it was, I wanted to know about it. As a child I remember reading encyclopedias for answers, and the bible a few times (ps- very intense and…
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Malaise NYD
It’s a tough thing to set yourself up to write every day, even with a prompt to help you on your way. Some days, Mondays in particular, motivation and inspiration can be lacking. I did the Calgary half marathon yesterday, and at work today I remembered why I had booked the day off. Sadly, I…
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Radiate
The moment where you feel the light coming off your body, Borne on the breeze as though you are incandescent, Brilliance unending The weight of your intentions gone at that moment, existing only to provide illumination and warmth Feeling the breath move through your body while the faithful heartbeat does the rest The slap, slap,…
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The day job
Some days I feel that writing is so much more rewarding than having a day job, and wish that I’d been granted a life of luxury to pursue the dream. But then I remember in order to infuse writing with meaning, one needs to have life experience to go along with your imagination and perspiration. …
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Reprieve
Trapped in a nine to five, boxed in at the corners when I’m really more of a triangle, Each day a mixture of joy and frustration, wondering if life is what we make of it or if we are what it makes of us. Trying to keep the bad from leaking into the good, Brain…
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Survive and thrive
A conversation with an old friend today brought back complex memories from a time long ago. Part of my life experience includes six years in The Royal Canadian Air Cadets, something that was expected we did growing up. My Dad had joined back in his high school days, and it was free and involved camp…
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Long weekend hangover
Why does the day after a long weekend take the same amount of time as the entire weekend to pass? For the first time I can remember, May long weekend was beautiful, the longest precipitation free break and warmest days I have ever seen on the weekend that catapults the camping season back onto centre…
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Unmoored
The quiet waters beckon, whispering for the nearby loons to hear Alone in the dark wildness, Only the silent stars watching as events unfold I approach in this fugue, feeling the gentle breeze against my face, lifting tendrils of hair in examination as though deciding if I can stay The peace I feel sinks into…