Staying Home
The pandemic provided me with a gift in staying home…
In, around and beyond our village
The pandemic provided me with a gift in staying home…
So thank you Wakefield and dear Chelsea old and new. You have been the best of neighbours and most wonderful friends.
Lest the word ‘capital’ evoke pictures of a city, I must report that Moresby had a downtown area of one block and boasted one traffic light.
With its undulating hills and valleys, open fields and forests, running streams and creeks, it has become an inspirational and spiritual place.
By Chris Corcoran “I hear you’re musicians.” I peered around Peter to join the conversation. It was a Saturday night in March and we were listening to a drum circle … Continue reading Shakti Sunday (revised)
by Michelle April
“Mémé keeps repeating I love you and then there is silence. The purity of that love, is unparalleled. There is no baggage with this love. I say goodbye and hang up.”
by Paula Halpin
Out of nowhere came Covid-19, a microscopic party-pooper that heartlessly blew up the Great Canadian Birthday Plan.
By John Urban
I asked her to keep her eyes focused on the flame as I started passing the lit candle slowly in front of her from side to side…
By John Urban
The only poem I ever wrote that worked-it brought the lady back!
By Gillian Kirkland
The space between is wide and deep
I can only guess at the secrets you keep…
By John Urban
Buffalo was the name he gave, preferring to keep his real name to himself. He was a deserter from the US’s war on Vietnam, and he had made his way to Montreal.
This delightful piece is presented with gratitude to guest blogger Teresa Bandrowska. As another Solstice passes, another new year begins, and I roll into yet another turn around the sun, … Continue reading Intimations of Mortality