Visions

Every once and awhile a vision passes by me, on the computer or otherwise, that immediately starts my mind burbling. This is one, by drone photographer Gabriel Scanu, who is apparently all of 20 and blessed with an excellent eye. This photo speaks to my wet-felting soul. I can see it evolving with tracings of…

On being ravished, or why the Iceland Writers Retreat is simply perfect

And now for the other side of the story, and why it is so likely that I will be going to the IWR again. It's hard to encapsulate this event. To say it was life-changing sounds trite and overblown, but it was so for me. When I went, it was with a mind set of…

The loss of superlatives

I've always been the sort of person to speak in superlatives. I talk about the greatest thing, waggle my tongue around three-syllable words that overflow the conversation, wave my arms about, waggle my eyebrows, roll my eyes. In writing, I try to take out my excitable words, seek other phrases that are less "Golly Gee!"…

Gnawing my fingertips

My nails are long since gone..... I've been dreading this election Tuesday for months. I live in Canada and thus can only watch, horrified, as a rude, lying, idiotic man bullies his way through towards President, making all of his policies (if any) sound like "I know I am and so are you" schoolyard yells. Or…

Becoming an urbanite

I've lived a lot of my life in the grimness of suburbia. You know - the large lawns, the well-spaced houses, located around schools and playing fields. The places from which you must drive to get anywhere exciting - or you can walk around your suburban block and watch other's lawns grow, admire their gardens,…

The country in six days, ending with an exclamation point…

Of course everyone is focused on the madman attack on Parliament Hill, that total abnormality here in Canada, where representatives of the people feel free to walk and work without fear of assault. (well, at least until now). I'm not going to write about that, sad though it is. Suffice to say the assault brought…

Revolutionary regrets, I’ve had a few…

Wouldn't it be wonderful if the oppressed of the world could actually succeed in overthrowing the oppressors? Everywhere there is seething, but the outcomes are minimal, except for those killed, beaten, and imprisoned in the protest. Tyrants become stronger. It breaks my heart. I remember travelling to Havana last Christmas, eager to see the Revolution's…

WHYanmar, Myanmar?

This is what one gets when you ask someone to pick letters for you to get the country you should write about that day. I get Myanmar, a beautiful country located somewhat appropriately on the "balls" section of Southeast Asia, lying along the Bay of Bengal and the Andaman Sea. Back when it was Burma,…

Volcanos, James Bond, Mountain Chickens, and Montserrat

I now feel totally ignorant. Hands up those of you who thought Montserrat was somewhere in the Mediterranean? Or near Spain? I was one of those. You smarter people can all stop sniggering now. Turns out that what is left of Montserrat is in the Caribbean!!! West Indies. I feel perfectly ridiculous. I say "what…

Baaaack to our country exploration – the Falklands/Malvinas

Yes, folks, it's another archipelago, but this time it's one with a sheep on its coat of arms. What's not to like about that? It's another one of those strategically located places that everyone wants to own. Maybe it's the oil that hangs around there somewhere. Or maybe it's the sheep. There are a lot…