My Mother, a local hero
by Paula Halpin My mother Josephine once used a letter opener to ward off an attack by amugger. This went down on a foggy November night in Dublin in the … Continue reading My Mother, a local hero
In, around and beyond our village
by Paula Halpin My mother Josephine once used a letter opener to ward off an attack by amugger. This went down on a foggy November night in Dublin in the … Continue reading My Mother, a local hero
By Pearl Pirie – Although deeply embarrassed at drawing attention to myself, acting so oddly to cause red flags of worry, it was comforting to be checked in on, to be seen
Getting lost and embracing a Wabi Sabi wordlview Have you ever found yourself lost in another realm daydreaming? I don’t know about you, but I often find myself getting lost … Continue reading Wabi Sabi
In the spring and autumn stories of this land, a land of dense forest and the rocky remains of a primeval mountain range, the maple trees and the black bears are intertwined.
Finding her own way, she was slain trodding her own path.
I have so enjoyed getting to know Tom Thomson and friends ..
I remember thinking at the time, after a particularly gratifying run of social engagements, that Wakefield might even be turning me into an extrovert.
In hindsight, I was attracted to the alternative “hippie” lifestyle that was going strong back then and I wanted to be a part of it, or at least take a snapshot of it
I’m teaching her to stop often, to look and to listen, and most importantly to smell the forest air around us.
Through shadowed streets beneath flickering trees
Pulled away from a restful night and packed in
Travelling past pock marked promenades and empty playgrounds
The disco spin closes in our enclosed tin
Being in Gatineau Park sometimes draws me back to Phoenix Park, a more urban green space, next door to my childhood home.
Every day, new shapes of ice are formed, sometimes erased and formed again.