The peace lasted a few sacred minutes and then mama began to flail. She let out a blood curdling scream that was more suited to Halloween than April Fools’ Day and then cried out. “It’s coming!”
Whether wandering with our feet or in our minds, freedom happens where we make it.
K’tzim-a-deen is the “Valley at the Head of the Inlet” (Coast Tsimshian)
February 23rd dawned early for us. The night before, the much-dreaded forecast of freezing rain had come to fruition. Our long lane was a skating rink. Impassable. Thankfully and with great foresight, Steve had moved the car to the front field, sanded the two hilly spots and left a bucket of sand near the car.
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
Slowly, I begin to bond with this little cat in the stable. I sing a Scottish song to her when I bring her food, and she pricks up her ears.
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Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
The story continues because the story never ends … as long as there are listeners…Dragons are strong. They are Fighters. They are Lovers. They believe in community because without community and people to believe in them … they would lose their reason to live … to exist. They exist because we believe.
Being in Gatineau Park sometimes draws me back to Phoenix Park, a more urban green space, next door to my childhood home.
I slipped and I stumbled, falling inelegantly, as I tripped over the snow, landing somewhere on my face or elbow, many times over.
Our very first home was in Hintonburg, Ottawa. In early 1980, not married, just a young couple, madly in love and looking for a place to spend the rest of … Continue reading The Mulberry Tree