Writing a novel is a labour of love. Giving birth to the words, phrases, ideas that have the potential to shape the thoughts and lives of its readers is, in my mind, a huge responsibility and not one to be taken lightly. I’m in the process of re-writing and editing my second novel ~ a … More A Story for our Time
How do we give ourselves permission to be joyful? I mean really joyful. How do we duck from under the weight of conditioning wrought by generational trauma that gets in the way of us finding our own joy? Well, the truth is we can’t duck it, we have to deal with it. We have to … More That Old Shoe
Goodbye, we say again, goodbye, Beneath a sad and sullen sky. A year has passed Since you drew breath; Surrendered to untimely death. My judgment, for I miss you so ~ I was not ready to let you go. Still, life goes on as well it must, So I release your dust to dust. Your … More Dust to Dust
There are no words, What can I say About that cold November day? * Here one minute, Then you’re gone. I didn’t know how I would carry on. * We’d chased the wind We’d jumped the moon. Our journey ended Far too soon. Bear, I lost you, Bear. Bear, sweet Bear. We didn’t get To … More No Last Goodbye
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When I was a little girl, I loved to hear the family stories my Scottish granny, Alice Gordon, would share of her parents swapping the civilized life of gentry in Glasgow for the pioneering life of the wilds of northern Alberta in the 1920s. A family…
Lost in my world of loneliness I had to face my truth. To find my way through emotions That were making me feel so blue. Now in the middle of life’s long years There’s only one place to turn; Inside where there lingers deflating fears I’ll find the peace I yearn. Cos I … More I Rescued Me: The Healing Journey
Be authentic; know who you are. Understand what’s buried beneath those mountainous feelings of inadequacy, fear, suffering, depression, despair, grief. Be prepared to walk deep into the cave of your misgivings; to poke the monster, Vulnerability, and hear its high-pitched squeal that shuts you down or sends you running. Be prepared to punch the monster … More Punch the Monster
Sheer shimmer; Flash of light Vibration. Beyond shining. More vital; More alive; More present behind The grey disguise. Mercurial, myriad Hues ~ blues, Greens, pinks, Golds. Shades of life Discerned by Soul. Now you See it; now you Don’t. Now you see it. ~*~ I was thinking of the beautiful feldspar stone, Labradorite, while writing … More Now You See It
I am a work in progress. The canvas of my life Stretches across the easel Of time, anticipating each nurturing Brush stroke by the Masterful Artist. I am a landscape ~ An ever-unfolding vista of colours, And shapes and light. The shadows of clouds Float in, and out, Dispersed by bright sunshine, Irreverent and true. … More Masterpiece
A little solitude. Yes, that would be a fine thing. Time to myself. Time to meditate; to day dream and, perchance, to rest. Hmmmm … a fine thing, indeed. And I suppose, as I watch my 12-year-old niece, Amy, snuggling with Max the big orange and white tabby who’s basking in the sun by the … More Solitude is Your Friend
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