Author: Gillie

I took the other road, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear

…my deepest wish for everyone in 2025 is to find that “Safe Home”.

I dream a drift of daisies, swaying peacefully in the summer breeze.

Safe in my garden, I want only to write of my flowers.

I know most assuredly now, that dragons exist. But perhaps they are not the only mythical animals to grace the village of Wakefield.

I tell you, it has taken me all my life to soften and blur, and finally banish the edges you regret I don’t see,

I didn’t know that I cared about daffodils until I realized that by the time I returned to Canada the daffodils in my garden would likely also have flowered and frizzled, and I would have missed out on daffodil season.

As I tore back the bindweed that morning, I was contemplating being a new grandma…I was trying to locate my usefulness, re-establish my relevance.

River swimming means learning the river’s language, means knowing where the counter-currents are strongest, where in the spring you can be swept back to the General Store despite swimming hard as you can in the opposite direction.

In the season of dark dreams I search for angels.

The research study is to develop heat stress guidelines for manual workers. It isn’t as simple as it sounds, of course.

For a time I rest in the grace of the world