By John Urban You know, some days, I get down. Probably from too much of nothing.The greater power then might just arrange for me to see how well off I … Continue reading The Hitchhiker
The place had an air of vibrancy and hope, and the crowds of people gathered there were smiling gleefully, and greeting each other joyfully, as if they hadn’t seen each other in a very long time.
“Memory presents a slideshow of single frames, strewn randomly across the floorboards of my lifetime”
What does one wear to a wedding that one won’t be attending?
Silence speaks when words cannot.
Everyone can embrace circular living. No one can do it perfectly, and no one can do it alone.
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.
Vaccinating fellow Canadians with the Covid – 19 shot since early March is an honour and privilege. Jabbing is a job choice, and rather delightful. For countless RN’s, doctors, and … Continue reading Inoculations and Contemplations
I needed that, the sudden shock of something longed for, manifest.
With its undulating hills and valleys, open fields and forests, running streams and creeks, it has become an inspirational and spiritual place.