A song without the music is, well, just the lyrics … but hence the rhyme in these words. So while I continue to strum my guitar and contemplate a rhythm and melody to go with these words, please hum along and provide your own beautiful lilt to fill them out wherever you ‘hear’ them. ~ In…
18 Forever ….
My boy … my friend … my companion … my muse … my spiritual guide and teacher. My Ben …. On April 25th, Benjamin reached the truly remarkable milestone of 18 years. He has seen two centuries, three decades, two countries, two continents, five cities … and more than anything, he has seen me grow…
Fear Not
Fear notIn breath there is hopeDon’t trembleIn arms there is strengthDon’t stumbleIn legs there is a wayDon’t despair In the jaw there is courage Don’t weepIn eyes there is compassionDon’t fallWith my back I will carryDon’t quit In thought there is resolve Don’t retreat In touch there is connection Don’t subtract In morning there is a day Don’t…
His News
The news: a bark that bites through my heart Words on a screen scratching at my soul My world shakes and it flings me down I choke on the hairy diagnosis And it claws at my breaking eyes. The clock chimes, the hands move, Eighteen years are now ticking , Sands caught in his paws, now…
hope caught within a tear
Standing on broken glass A crystal dream fractured Into kaleidoscopic fractals Chaos streams in the light Ruby shards pressed Into my dripping feet Its sharpness cuts my soul Bleeds my heart dry … And yet all my mind can see Are visions of tenderness Smiles and gentle kisses Sparkles in an eye Warmth upon a…
Pull and Push
My heart was pulled Into yours – It awoke Fallen into an embrace Held Tightly in your arms At peace and At home. My heart was adrenaline Lifting cars A superhero In my chest … It beat complete. “Don’t!” I am rebuffed “No!” Your tongue slapped Conversations closed Connections Lost “You shouldn’t” And I fall backwards Into…
My Canadian Love Affair
Food is an extension of my heart. It is not only a part of my physical being, it is how I celebrate and express love. I’ve been in love with food for a very long time. And, for almost as long, I’ve been an incurable romantic. It seems fitting, then, that my personal passion for…
Pomegranate and Vodka Glazed Chicken Breast
Cooking for me is passion … and my passion is expressed in my cooking. It is also a very elemental process involving fire, water, and the fruits of the earth. And when I breathe these together, these elements are transformative. I love the story of Persephone; it is a story of love, albeit a complicated…
Adjustments
Chapter 3: Canadian Soil (continued from My Canadian Eyesight) I am not going to share pictures of this, but over my four years abroad, I had discovered a Bohemian that was living inside me … and I had the attire, the long hair (yes) and the beard to prove it. Honestly, in the moment, it…
My Canadian Eyesight
Chapter 3: Canadian Soil (continued from Panic Attacks) Home is a blur. I mean that in all manners: it was fast, sensory overload, a long-time ago, and it was disconcerting. I know that I experienced full-on culture shock. I remember walking Ben on the streets at dusk thinking that someone had quietly dropped a neutron…
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