On September 11th, change, and homeostasis

Fifteen years is a long time. Listening to the memorials for the 9/11 disaster, I find myself thinking about two things - the thousands and thousands of people of all nations who have lost their lives in war since then - and the changes that have happened to me and in the world since then.…

Thats it, I’m done.

I can't do it anymore. I took a break, I tried again, I hated every minute.  I've spent I don't know how many dollars and hours taking writing courses over the years. I took them to learn the trade, to force the inspiration, to try to get closer to some real, for life publication.  I've…

Some people say these are the worst of times…

Ah, Styx.....How I loved them, still do. Was mellowing out to music today while stabbing a felted mushroom (yes, my life is odd) and this came up on iTunes Shuffle. I loved Styx in the day, though sometimes their heavy musicality, like that of the Alan Parson's Project, overwhelmed my ears like too much Beethoven's…

New Year, new days, no mistakes yet…

Well, not strictly true. It's difficult for a gal like me to get through a day without a mistake or two. I almost set fire to my hot bag today, for example. I've given mixed signals to a friend. Promised myself I wouldn't do that. But I did. Fortunately, I have other things to write…

Moving on

Just listening to Stan Carew on Weekend Mornings - he plays the best music and woke me this morning with a rousing fiddle tune by Natalie McMaster. I'm feeling my toes tap under the covers as I sluggishly awaken. But the song spoke to me. Lately I've heard from a quite a few people who…

Yin and Yang

I've started a Tai Chi class, taught by a very soothing gentleman who is patient with our stumbles and questions and awkward poses. He may go home and snicker to himself, but somehow I doubt it. He seems suffused with calm. I find myself looking at him, wanting to get closer to his aura, somehow…

The love of a new bathroom floor

For most of my growing up years, I lived in the same small town, restricted by expectations and past experiences. When I married, I first escaped to London, UK for a year and a bit and then our multiply moving military madness started. We moved so often I got to be a pro at it,…

So I’m flighty, am I?

Egad. I've been told for some time that I'm a flighty gal, given to lack of commitment, flowing like the wind.  Lately, the noise is louder, now that I am thinking of moving far away, to the Maritimes, instead of being a good boring person and staying in one place. This is beginning to really…