While my family and I were in New York City in January, we visited Washington Square Park. It's a hot-spot for creatives, often the gathering place for buskers, musicians, wild fashion, weddings and serious games of chess. On this particular day, we had the pleasure of meeting poet Marshall James Kavanaugh aka '@DreamPoetForHire'. Marshall is… Continue reading Dream Poet for Hire Marshall James Kavanaugh
March second today. Holy balls. I woke up and immediately started to hiccup. Like, deep-lift-your-whole-diaphragm-up kinda hiccups. Not sure what that means...except that maybe I need to remember to breathe more. The hiccups lasted for about fifteen minutes. After I got dressed, tidied my mouth and face, and laid out my work for the day,… Continue reading Refine…and Enough-ness
Friends, I really miss writing poetry on demand. Since I met and exchanged poems with @dreampoetforhire Marshall James Kavanaugh, I've had an extreme desire to write poetry for you. So, you tell me what you want me to write about. Give me a comment with a theme or even 3-6 words - any words you want!… Continue reading You Tell Me
Where to begin? I feel...floopy. This is the word we use to describe how the dogs get when they're tired and flop down onto us because they want some hard-core lovin'. Except...without the existential panic that I've been feeling on my insides, I think. Can dogs have existential panics? I immediately want to think about… Continue reading Floopy – Existential Panic
This evening as I was driving home from the three-thousandth errand, I took my eyes off the road to look at the sky. I noticed in the grey blanket of cloud an open zipper of bright yellow. Like someone had sewn an opening in the sky, closed it with a zipper than opened the zipper… Continue reading Moved
"Are you paralyzed with fear? That's a good sign. Fear is good. Like self-doubt, fear is an indicator. Fear tells us what we have to do. Remember one rule of thumb: the more scared we are of a work or calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it." Steven Pressfield,… Continue reading Sew Songs
I had a recurring dream last night. It's the one where I'm back in high school (Go Raiders! Assumption College School) and I'm late for a class. Also, all my assignments are late or I can't find them. There are hundreds of students around, uniform-clad, moving in slightly slow motion, and seemingly calm. Me, I'm… Continue reading High School Dream (Recurring)
We took the kids to New York City...Manhattan to be exact. For seven nights and eight days, we pretended we were living in one of our favourite places in the world. Thank you AirBNB for the home we stayed in. It was our second time in the big apple as a family. The kids were… Continue reading New York! New York!