Tagged With: Ancestors
Cat, processing, news.
This sixteen-year-old cat I foster spends her first week here under a blanket. She drinks water and sleeps. Processing, it feels like. The loss of her former foster dad, who had to move into long-term care. The four days she spent at a shelter full of a full spectrum of other cats, all negotiating and […]
I feel change
It’s a mouth-taste, odd. Also pit of my stomach when I notice I’ve casually ‘turned over a stone’ and uncovered memories from 13 years ago. Remembering I ran away then, wondering at the grand plan that overrode those better instincts and pinned me like a specimen inside a story that wasn’t mine. For a decade. […]
I resist the obviousness of GPS as a tool to locate, navigate, identify. Most interesting to me is when GPS is wrong, as in the case this spring when a K-W woman, travelling in deep fog at the tip of the Brice Peninsula, drove her car into Georgian Bay instead of the Hotel parking lot. There […]
Ravel and the Moon
Although I can’t see it through the opaque winter sky I can feel it: the moon is full. With the able help of cellists Carol Mulder and Sibylle Ruppert my excellent mom and I performed David Popper’s Requiem for three celli and piano for our Industrial Ancestors yesterday evening. Folk came out to witness as […]