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"Happiness always looks small when you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and at once you learn how big and precious it is."
Maxim Gorky

Friday, October 21, 2011

Song for Friday...lovely

From the first time I saw Lisa Hannigan's video of 'I don't know' in
Dickie Macs pub in Dingle, she had me.
Now she's stolen my heart again with her new cd 'Passenger'.
Right now my favorite song is a lovely ballad called 'Paper House'.

"Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then,
on the edge of Dublin,
on the edge of May and June.
Oh to live in a paper house again,
where we grew by the light of the moon."

Thursday, October 20, 2011


We had been buried under rich forest soil, leaves and moss for many years...
And then on a warm October day, we heard it!
The footsteps and rustling above us...someone was digging us out!
A curious woman who saw the glint of glass in the sun, poking out the side of the creek bank.
She brought us up into the light, wrapped us gently in her jacket and took us home.
We looked a bit rough after all this time.
Some of us dating back to the 1930's...
Rain and snow and mud covered our shine and kept us hidden from view.
Dirt became embedded in our creases...
Then she stood us all up in a line to get a good look at us...
Maybe we look a bit rough now, but back in the day!...Oh we were bright!
And important!
Placed high up on shelves, we had purpose!
Coloured liquids filled us up, medicine, perfume, food and whiskey!
We had special tasks...each and everyone of us, until one by one, we were emptied,
tossed into the dump and eventually plowed over the banks of the creek.
Long forgotten, some of us broken beyond repair and recognition.
Until this fine Monday afternoon, when Lady Luck smiled on us and brought us back to life!
Cleaned us up with warm soapy water, man! did it feel good!
Now we sit gleaming in the sun with new life...
Even one of our little corks was saved...
Re purposed once again, even if it's just for show...
Just knowing that somebody out there cares!
What a day!

Monday, October 17, 2011

On Sundays....

Today is Monday and the traffic on my road is back to it's weekly routine...the school bus
rumbles by, commuters make their way into the village and the city, service vehicles driving
to and fro. There's the distant sound of machinery and the general sounds of 
a work day begin in earnest.
I don't usually walk Griffin along this road during the week, it being a bit busy with
no safe shoulder .
But Sunday....glorious Sunday morning!!
 I can feel at ease strolling right down the middle of the road and all is quiet...
We've had some fairly good frosty mornings and this early time of day shows
off the magic before the warmth takes it all away...
This time of year, people around here burn yard debris which has piled up all summer.
Forest fire season has passed so it's safe to have big bonfires during these cool crisp days.
The lingering smoke,  along with an atmospheric condition called an 'inversion',
plays with the cool fog and the rising sun and is music to my eyes...
It's this quiet time of morning when most are still in bed, lazy with their Sunday morning dreams
when I love to get out. I can hear the birds...see things before the rest of the world wakes up...
This turkey vulture quietly scanning the road for a morning snack.
And when I went back after the sun was up, he was still there, patiently keeping a vigil
on some deer remains left behind by a hunter...
As each minute went by, the light changed again and again.
Places where I had stood 10 minutes before in the dusky grey morning, were transformed
into warm, bursts of sunrise...
A bush where I had walked past, was now adorned with silky bits of web, hidden before in the dark...
Tom and I were supposed to go into the woodlot to cut firewood but at 5:45 a.m, the old
work truck thought better of that and didn't want to start.
So there I was, making lemonade from lemons, enjoying the peace, thinking
of my sister...her and Steve would have celebrated 18 years of marriage this weekend.
It's a time of day that I relish.
I collect my thoughts, remember dreams, think of great things to create and generally
solve all of the problems of the world...
Maybe next Sunday the truck will be in a better mood with a new starter and we'll see 
what's beyond the logging road gates.
I remembered a beautiful spot on the river up this road many years ago before 
they locked up all public access. Now only for a short time, they allow you in
to gather wood, leftovers from logging. For $20 you can go in for about 7 hours
and gather and cut what you can fit in your truck.
Stay tuned, but in the meantime, enjoy the quiet...