How much do I love him? Stop askin’ me, can’t a blind man see? How much do I love him, and a laughter came back again to me…how much do I love him?
Of course anyone I mentioned this loss to looked at me a bit incredulously and said, “You know you can have all that info online. Why use an address book?” I knew I was sounding like a horse and buggy owner complaining about the exhaust of the new motorized vehicles.
Life changing decisions do not have to be momentous, but they can sometimes change your life so much that you no longer recognize yourself. That is what freedom of choice can do for you.
Sometimes the most unlikely find can give you back your life. When Dani found a hammer she didn’t realize that she found a way to get a new home and sense of security.
So she, she has become the music, the swagger, the swing; she is making her way across the room, across an ocean of notes – tap, slide, rock back and forth, to and fro, up and down, below, below the charismatic smile that forms on her face.
Spent a delightful evening at the local library (Sidney/North Saanich) listening to published and unpublished writers. The key speaker following the various works was poet and award winning novelist Pamela Porter. Not only was it a great experience listening to her read, but following the reading of her work Pamela spoke about the craft of writing. Here are my gleanings from this talk.
You are witnessing changes to the English language and its use. You are now part of a world of technology, computers and new methods of communication that guide the form of language used in the present century. There are few words, little substance; it is a book of images to tell your story.
I swim through dreams, foggy and dense, shift awake, shift back to bed, restless and cold; And it is black in the time between day and rest.
A grown woman realizes that the price she pays for living across the world from her family is not only in family visits, but in memories.
Writer Marshall McCarthy’s reflections on winter …