Another satirical poem from Brian Bilston made me think of all the poems I haven’t written partly because, as l have said before, I don’t write poetry and partly because l share a similar dislike for many of the topics listed. So if I am to set aside my goal of only positives in what […]

This winter it was easy to live this poem. Most of the time between mid-November and mid-March “Life was a barren field/frozen with snow.” I did escape, though, to follow a dream I have kept alive for at least four months. In mid-March I flew to Spain to walk my third Camino with my son.

The Red Wheel Barrow So much dependsupon a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the whitechickens William Carlos Williams Today will be one of those all day rains. I’ll sit in my big chair and do some needlework, two crossword puzzles in the Saturday paper and idle on Facebook. I’m glad I took some time

I love words – random words, words in context, words out of context, layered words, nerd words and lost words. Though I am rarely at a loss for words. I covet Brian Bilston’s brilliance with words because words often become my tiny poems of the day ….. See what I mean 😊 If I had

I realize now, that I have been living poetry all my life. I fold clothes. In a good year I have even ironed clothes and I mend clothes. Mary Oliver lives her poems in nature. I have only recently had the time to do this. But I have for most of my life lived the

If I leave early in the morning, maybe 7:00am when the sun is just up, for my 10kms walk, I can be almost alone in my poem of the day. Thank you Mary Oliver for putting my day into words.

OK, the gods of the universe have made contact through the oracle of Facebook again. I came across a meme from someone I may have subscribed to (or not as the case may be.) The meme began… “read poetry; write poetry; live poetry.” I was intrigued. I read poetry. I don’t write poetry. But I

I haven’t worked on the few websites I “own” in a while. However, I missed the regular writing of posts. I missed the struggle and positive resolution of “outwitting” WordPress. I missed feeling “young” again. Enter “Life is What Happens.” Coding, manipulating files, understanding techspeak and successfully creating an interface that works give me Joy.

OK, I’ve said it. It is the first time and maybe the last. If I want to stay in Canada and not follow my wildest dream of selling up and moving to Spain (without Spanish) I have to start enjoying Winter. For the last month my walking paths have been glazed – more like iced