Ever get tired being a Passenger on the train of life? Ever have questions because the journey of life appears confusing? Let’s journey together – it’s always comfortable that way. This creative writing seeks to comfort and ask questions because after all, there are never any wrong questions.
What if you had an interview with God?
Imagine you are the interviewer and God the candidate, would God be successful in achieving a position in your company?
Reviewing “The Plague” How an absurdist helped me to understand how to articulate to my son about how the fear of the unknown may rattle his life each and every day, but it doesn’t define it.
Tell me what Christmas Is….. A young child asked, sitting in front of a Christmas tree
In the year of 2020, the battleground was no longer across a wide and vast battle field. No, the vile weapon is invisible to the challenging solider. The War of 2020 was fought by warriors on small fields of white. Lying on their backs, on sterile battle beds.
You hear the silence that allows life to be spoken
Making of the future to me, is like making cookies. Do you need a recipe? Maybe. I would suggest you need more of a guide.
“We were not put on this world to be perfect, we were put here to try.”How does that sentence make you feel? When the words entered into my ears, they acted like scissors, cutting away the strings that were attached to the burden boulders that were dragging me down. I am the perfect imperfection.
For fun I broke done the word Canada.
Can- a verb-an action word meaning “able to, know how, indicate possibility, being enabled”
ada – a structured, statically typed, imperative, and object-oriented high-level programming language, extended from Pascal and other languages. … Ada was named after Ada Lovelace (1815–1852), who has been credited as the first computer programmer.
It is no surprise that the simple breakdown of the word can be interpreted as;
the can do system communicator……. That really is what Canada is all about.
What is a father? Does having a child make you a father?
Ownership alone shouldn’t quality, just having a title isn’t good
Tears, pain, joy, laughter, acceptance and surrender
These are the measurement of fatherhood.
The journey of life, mountain peaks and deep valleys. We all experience them, we are in the journey together.
One longggggggg sentance that captures the early morning chirp and tweet wake up of birds beginning their day. Birds don’t often chirp or tweet while they fly- I wonder why?
Have you ever treated someone differently because of the size of their liver? Have you ever been rude to someone because of the size of their feet? Vision, a beautiful gift. Black lives matter, all lives matter. Nature reminds us of the importance and beauty of all colour
So laugh or smile, And when you do
Soon laughter and smiles, Will fill the rooms
And isn’t that more fun
Then a room full of gloom?
A Bleeding Heart
Do you have a bleeding heart?
I looked across the way and saw them, all hanging in a row.
Reflections on COVID-19 and our generational gap
Bumble Bee Vision
I looked a bumble bee right in the eye
RIGHT IN THE EYE
Has that ever happened to you?
A small boy walked carelessly -Home from school, Dark clouds formed above him-The weather became cruel
A saying spoke by his mother was the boys’ inspiration- “Our dreams help us to survive,
Keep hoping and never stop dreaming, That is what keeps us alive.”
The wind ceased to blow, A women’s voice called softly, From deep within the hollow
Whomever enter into this room
What you speak in this room
Hard words, heavy, hard footsteps, heavy
Nurturing the Seeds of our future
They, our mothers, determine what will come
It is the results of their best efforts
That we see reflected in, everyone
Noticings…….It is the noticings that matter. Sometimes the noticings are not noticed…….all impact on us, consciously or subconsciously. What are your noticings today? Or not noticing….. 🙂
The journey is fast
It always had an end
Through all of it, Mom and Dad
I understand now – you were the real friend
Writing about hands. Pigmented, purposeful, pragmatic, perfect. Holding them, like caressing a honey dew melon. The firm skin protecting a soft sweetness underneath.
Connections in Cultures. The sultry movement of an abdomen. Swaying and pulsating to the vibrations of a tabled accordion. Naval piercings, the sensual metronome, keeping the pulse of the beating belly. Gold round chattering bracelets. sensual sweat collecting along the forearm.
COVID-19 has introduced us to a new type of invasion war. Creating a new “frontline” of soldiers fighting in a new type of army. The younger generation right now are helping to support the older generation and our economy. Has COVID-19 changed the definition of frontline and first responders? What are the differences?
My First Memory. I remember sitting straight up on my bed, fully alert, filled with excitement. My pink wallpapered bedroom felt soft, cozy. The sun shining through the white painted weathered window frame of the 150 year old farm house. Later a homemade Barbie Doll Cake. This is joy.
I hear dishes. They are stacked and being washed. The dishwasher is being loaded.
I hear an offer to go out to the store to get anything we need. There is kindness here.
A Border Collie, an old Case Tractor and a young girl. Searching and seeking for the genuine gems along life’s journey, came easy to them on that hot summers day.
I haven’t, I have….
I haven’t succumb, I haven’t been number one
I have sought positivity, I have enjoyed levity
I haven’t held my tail between my legs ,I haven’t bent my knees and begged,
I have tried to destroy ego, I have used the word no
How have you been?
B Plague versus C Virus. In five years, the Black Plague killed more than 20 million people. In five months, the COVID Virus, has killed 130, 885 people.
Ode to Healthcare Workers -Standing timid, like a mouse before a cat, Knock-kneed, shaking like rattles, they curse through the haze, Till on the haunting coughs, they turn their backs, And towards their distant rest began to trudge. Many have lost sleep,
I am dirt, says the dark brown chunks beneath the boot, as it walks upon the land.
I am support, says the solid ground, as the grass grows strong above.
I am beneath many, says the land, as it faces up to see the sky.
Does the Sun Whisper? Gotten sun kisses, painted pigments, not what one wishes ……On a sore exposed nose, burns can be found, colouring the skin, turning people brown…..ish red, an artisan, but what of the sounds? The secret ones, can they be found? Ears are listening, what would they say? One wonders, verbiage of a brilliant day?
Forgiveness is an icky journey. Forgive them, is something to occur over & over again in life.It’s messy that’s Easter.
What is a friend to you? Is it someone who is kind? Someone who makes you accountable? Even when you’re in a bind? Genuine friendship=unconditional love.
Traffic Light of Life. Someone had turned the volume down on the World. It was like being inside an air tight vacuum. The noise within you deafening. What will you do when the traffic light turns green?
Things I don’t want to do………
These are things I don’t want to do, I’m good, had my fill. Watch TV, Read a book, Cook a meal, Clean the house again, antiseptic of course