Before she went blind at age 42, she read tea leaves for signs of joy and trouble. Through the subsequent five decades I watched, fascinated, when Grandma took her glass eyes out to clean them, as casually as I now clean my glasses. For many of those eye-blind years she lived alone in house … More Dark mornings
A rainy 5:20 am in the darkening northern hemisphere. It is November 1. I was lucky enough to be on the road every weekend last month, to and from Kingston, Toronto, Peterborough. I drove through ridings filled with campaign signage, fields of shorn crops, hills of red and yellow trees, towns surrounded by housing developments and the occasional … More List of five
played and explained by Joanna Wronkowska This reminds me of a man I will always love, though I’ll probably never meet: Excerpt from ‘Anthem” by Leonard Cohen: Ring the bells that still can ring forget your perfect offering. There is a crack, a crack in everything – That’s how the light gets in.
The clouds are pale indigo-violet, then a blustery bruised grey shot through with long warm lines of golden sunlight and rich blue – this sets the red reds and the yellow yellows and the living greens in brilliant, stop-in-your-tracks collaboration. I feel as though I’m watching the gods at play in a game where they … More in the dark of the moon
six am & bright outside, as we approach midsummer. It is beautiful, yes. There are birds, yes. I will garden this morning, yes. But not now, damnit. I am distracted by a nagging, irritating thorn that will burrow in deeper unless I pluck it out. Immediately. As of this past Thursday when my job was … More sandpaper language therapy