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Tag Archives: rain
Rhododendron Series (Part One)
“May, and after a rainy spring we walk streets gallant with rhododendrons.” – Alicia Suskin Ostriker As of this writing, many countries have lost their traditional seasons (spring/summer) due to war, climate change destruction (fire and floods) and changing weather … Continue reading
Posted in blog, photography
Tagged beauty, climate change, colour, enchantment, forest, fragrance, gift, green, life, rain, reflection, rhododendrons, Spring, stanley park, streets, Vancouver
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Pause
“So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” – T.S. Eliot On a night of rain and whiskey, the raindrops and burn keep worry away during watershed days after the pandemic announcement that has stilled the world. … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, photography, travel
Tagged art, Covid-19, dancing, meditating, normalcy, pause, rain, safety, social distancing, Spring, stillness, walking, wanders, whiskey, words
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October Pause
“the fallen leaves in the forest seemed to make even the ground glow and burn with light” – Malcolm Lowry, October Ferry to Gabriola There is a post waiting to be published but my world has gone sideways with the … Continue reading
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Tagged blogging, Dad, falling leaves, grief, hope, light, long good-bye, love, October, pause, peace, rain, share, transitions, writing
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Summon Down the Spring
“ Time and space are the tools of the observer.” – Emmanuel Kant Pale sunlight paints the sidewalk in charcoal shapes, revealing delicate calligraphy previously hidden by cool rain. Patience has fled as winter keeps looking back, finding ways to … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, travel
Tagged alive, art, books, downtown, festivals, mindful meditation, musings, nature, neighbours, photography, rain, Spring, sunshine, Vancouver, walking, writing
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Ever Closer
“Wine is bottled poetry.” – Robert Louis Stevenson January has ended in a rain of spoken word poetry as Rufous Hummingbirds soar above the trees and the first cherry blossoms start to bloom on once bare trees. Clusters of snowdrops … Continue reading
Winter’s Light
“ The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.” – James Gates Percival Fortified with a late cup of fragrant … Continue reading
Unsettled Landscapes
“ We live in a world that is beyond our control, and life is in a constant flux of change. So we have a decision to make: keep trying to control a storm that is not going to go away … Continue reading
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Tagged Autumn, books, change, children, city of glass, greed, homelessness, hot chocolate, humanity, poverty, rain, Shangri-La, Vancouver, walking, writing
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Dancing in the Dark
“ So the darkness shall be the light and the stillness the dancing.” – T. S. Eliot Summer has returned for a few days, giving us a chance to go on one more picnic in the park, drink another iced chocolate and feel … Continue reading
Borderland
Centuries of the same tired words reverberate through time, never fraying the seasons and hours of the day parsed out by man nature’s eternal rhythms ignored or manipulated creating monsters in their place, leaving us to cry out, with hearts as … Continue reading
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