A Convertible Summer

Summer of ‘67 the British had invaded and Canada celebrated 100 years of confederation – and Dad, at the top of his game, came home with a brand new, powder puff blue convertible Eagerly, my sister and I loaded into the back seat, laughed at strands of our long hair flying into open mouths, strains […]

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Unbridled

Tender as a fledgling, angelic curls confrontational, she bears emotions with courage, femininity unkempt, pridefully engages creatures – pests to most – believes in messengers, blessed with manna, heaven-sent; draws her strength from within, a daring soul, plunges deep, pursues wholeness – cherished vulnerability, unpolished, loyal mimics nature, her innocence persuasive, fear and protectiveness retreat, […]

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Colouring Lessons

Favourite colour? Black, says she without hesitation; I falter, stumble mind reaching – who likes black? Is that a colour? It’s all colours, she’s nonchalant intent on task – carefully keeping within the lines Of course it is, ill equipped am I to disagree, images of dark somber corners, sorrow and death crows – Why […]

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House of Horrors

If life is an amusement park, then I, the wary visitor, purse clutched to body, peer about anxiously, rattled by crowds; an overprotective parent, herding my delighted flock, reigning in wandering feet, responsibility a stern cloud. Childlike minds thrive under blinding lights, the violence of sounds, smells of cotton candy sweetness: promises of thrills, will […]

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Nature’s Voice

The tiny crayfish slowly made its way over the rocky water bed, climbing in and out of crevices, antennae constantly moving.  Perched on my haunches, trying valiantly not to move and startle the small creature, I watched in fascination.  His translucent body moved with such tenacity over what must surely be a challenging terrain for […]

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Innocence and Authenticity

I am five.  Chronologically, I am five.  Inside, I feel as old as I’ll ever be. I am free of the burdens and distractions that surround me, and often, alone. I have a sense of something I can’t quite articulate – purpose, mingled with wisdom; trust, and a connection larger than me. I do not […]

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