The mornings still have a chill in them, and it is just enough of a chill that I can see a steam rising off the pool of coffee in my mug. Perhaps it is because I am so tired that the steam transforms in my mind’s eye to a mist rising off of a lake… Continue reading On a river of coffee…
Darrell’s 10th birthday party is tomorrow. All he wants is a parade. He has spent the last few weeks lining up his toy monkeys in honour of the parade he is sure he’ll get for his birthday. He has asked for only one thing, a parade of monkeys. He falls asleep wearing his monkey pajamas,… Continue reading A Parade of Monkeys for Darrell
From all the times it’s been told it’s evolved until almost nothing of the truth could be feathered out. For those of us who listen in the deep recesses of our own quiet her voice whispers softly, and forever after she can be seen in the beauty of a sunset, the gathering of storm clouds,… Continue reading Snow White the Wooden Girl
It dances merrily down, gently plowing a path as though according to plan. It glistens wildly as it twists and turns softly through the chilly air, its crystal points alive with the power of racing cold: breathing life, freezing life. In the sun it throws off flashes of sparkling light as it floats, as it… Continue reading A flake of snow: Delicate six fold symmetry
Life is rhythmic, but occasionally I am lonely. My time spent standing still in the corner, waiting, with my arms spread wide leaves me craving the feel of a warm solid body. That body braced against me reassures that knowledge swaying through me that my upholstered back and heavily padded seat provide a state of physical ease.… Continue reading My Life as a Spring Rocker
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 