Tag: writing

  • A song in my heart

    A song in my heart

    Everyone has a song A tune that carries through the day Whatever the mood, Come whatever may Today my tune Was joyous and light Full of triumph, Winning the fight Some days are somber, More a funeral affair When all seems lost, And I’m full of despair And as I watch my children Run around…

  • Flip side

    Flip side

    Today was an exercise in extremes. I spent the morning solitary, Writing to my hearts content. In my head, on my own, the freedom of my thoughts Uninterrupted Then noon struck, And Cinderella returned from the ball In order to deplete the wild energy of my young, I ran them hard at the Telus spark…

  • Lucky day

    Lucky day

    Friday the thirteenth has always been a lucky day for me. I guess when I set the bar as not being burnt at the stake a good day for a Friday the 13th, it’s relatively easy to be happy. I had a short day at work, which allowed some errands to be done and then…

  • Cabin fever, April 12th

    Cabin fever, April 12th

    So, it snowed again. The level of dispair at work was palpable as people walked in, sad faces shining with flecks of snow, coats soaked with the bitterness of winter, as it hangs on longer than expected or desired. But at home, The situation is dire. Cabin fever runs wild with the animals, er, children…

  • Daydreaming

    Daydreaming

    The rush of the wind on my face, The spray of salt on the sun The froth is the water swirls around my feet Finally, my work is done Every day I tell myself this is it, I’ll take a break, a vacation, for real But instead I continue, head down, Shoulder hard against the…

  • The last day

    The last day

    I watched that day as her skin glowed, luminescent in the daylight as she rested in bed. Her energy long since depleted, she now spent most of her time lying there, surrounded by soft and colourful blankets and the summer sunshine. Although her face was thin, her smile could still spread wide across it, causing…

  • A moment of Monday

    A moment of Monday

    Another Monday has flown by. I’m not sure if they were designed by a cruel god, or planned by a hyper squirrel in a tree somewhere who laughs maniacally as they watch people rush around. I jumped from one thing to the next, trying to remember what I was forgetting. It was one of those…

  • The tantrum

    The tantrum

    Another family day, but this one was slightly derailed by a cold. Once again, the little man was up from about 2 am onwards with that horrible itchy cough that always portends a wonderful day ahead. We got up for the day by 430, as sleeping through his coughing is hard for me, and impossible…

  • Living the dream

    Living the dream

    I’m right in the inchoate stage of a novel at the moment. It’s occupying my every thought while I’m driving, or watching tv. It occupies every second when I’m not actively thinking or doing something else. I wish I had more time that I could devote to getting my words on paper. That I could…

  • Homecoming

    Homecoming

    It’s amazing how different Friday’s are as an adult. I remember when I lived at home still, looking forward to the weekends so I could watch movies and read books. Then when I was in university, Friday was a night to go out with friends, hit up a bar or a house party, or in…