This morning optimism hangs in the air like the scent of honeysuckle on a hot humid day. Why? That is unknown. Sometimes things just are the way they are, and the reasons present themselves in their own time and place. Yesterday the high speed Internet bill arrived in the mail. The young phone-answering employee at… Continue reading The Scent of Honeysuckle
Category: Journal
personal journal
Disowning Projection
International Women’s Day today. I’d already written the topic below when I realized what day it is. Not one single person in my world of face-to-face contact mentioned it, and not many, perhaps not one, would know what I was talking about if I mentioned it. So, I’ll mention it here. I’m actually doing pretty… Continue reading Disowning Projection
Microscopic Scale
Just what are The Fates up to these days? I’m not talking world economic crisis, political unrest, environmental disaster or atmospheric anomaly. If I can’t figure things out at my microscopic scale, there is little hope I’ll be able to resolve anything at a larger scale. I’m beginning at the beginning, which is me, in… Continue reading Microscopic Scale
What I have in common with trees.
The sun was supposed to shine this morning, but it hasn’t shown up; there are hints in the distance that those shafts from heaven may strike us yet. White horizontal lines underlined in black mediate the the thick determined tree trunks, as they reach out in hope towards the return of light. Their luck is… Continue reading What I have in common with trees.
Happy Endless Winter
Caitrìona arrived home from Florida on Thursday afternoon about 4:30 p.m. She left Florida on Wednesday morning, drove all the way to southern Ontario by herself. She arrived home, did a few little things and headed out the door to play bridge. What a gal! The roads here have been bad the last few days.… Continue reading Happy Endless Winter