It's been a while since I have written anything. After losing my shadow, my beloved companion Pig, who'd been by my side the past 17years, I lost my verve. There were a succession of painful events prior to, and thereafter, that overwhelmed me this past year and so it's been difficult to write anything than other than the daily necessities of interactions. I am a deeply private person, so writing for me has always been a calming and healing process that helps guide me through any hardships; consequently, the abstinence of that routine meant relying on other distractions to quell the pain of facing reality. However, at some point, there is always a trigger that sparks my imagination, inspires me. It’s usually a chain of various events over time that culminates in giving me that nudge to go on. And so with that, I thought I’d embark on an exercise to begin again and give you the next letter in the Love Wins series… O
Lives of the wild to wild lives; what can we learn from the beings that surround us?
Tuesday 6 February 2018
Saturday 30 September 2017
Ode to my feline companion
As we entered into autumn the memory of my three bums on the deck attentively watching something that I was blind to me resurfaces without my effort. I often reminisce about simpler times and look to the past for comfort.
However, when I truly think of the past it was filled with its own obstacles and although difficult in the moment, it now seems like an easier time since I have overcome those past challenges. Seventeen years of a life with a companion who was always by my side. One who was completely attuned to my needs and had a keen sense of when I truly needed that comforting. I think of those "easier" times being under the cottage lying in the dirt with the house less than a foot from my body as I worked on insulating the place for the winter. I look back with a smile as I remember my fear of being crushed by the house held up with rotting posts and the dangling spiders centimetres from my face. And, there he sat, right next to me while I worked so that I would not be alone.
Argus my wanderer often follows me and Mino on walks but I remember the time I broke my foot and this was the only time Pig followed alongside during our walk. It's almost as though he was making sure I was okay, much like his silent presence with me while I insulated our home. I'm comforted in knowing that I was there for him in his final moments. My arms around him, as he took his last breaths and my warm loving gaze, was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes years ago and the last thing he saw as he left his body.
2000-2017
Sunday 30 April 2017
Friday 31 March 2017
I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion...~Steinbeck
A little bit of a different twist on the theme of Love Wins this March with M is for mouse. While there are several species of mice that are endangered or extinct I wanted to share my own experiences with these tiny critters as my March was filled with the kind that make me scream in terror to the ones that conjure an inspired smile…
Tuesday 31 January 2017
She closed her eyes and let images flicker through her mind...
Behaviour is the mirror in which everyone shows their true image...
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
It has been a month that has come and gone in the blink of an eye. However, 2017 is already beginning to redeem 2016... Last week, I was given the gift of hope and encouragement. Each day now drawing closer to an inspired goal reignited by a beautiful soul. Five weeks and counting. I was due for a little good news and true smile. I'll return to Love Wins in March with M. But for now, I think for February, I may just have another story to continue...
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Crayola Beach.... Where the colours were in the rocks. |
It has been a month that has come and gone in the blink of an eye. However, 2017 is already beginning to redeem 2016... Last week, I was given the gift of hope and encouragement. Each day now drawing closer to an inspired goal reignited by a beautiful soul. Five weeks and counting. I was due for a little good news and true smile. I'll return to Love Wins in March with M. But for now, I think for February, I may just have another story to continue...
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