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Dark mornings
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 […]
#Water: integrity
I think about reflection, and Oscar Wilde pops into my intuitive fishing net. He brings his Dorians Grey for discussion – the beautiful ageless public face and the ever more twisted and toxic one hidden in the attic. Oscar the bon vivant who hides a keenly perceptive heart behind his great wit – he’s good company when I’ve […]
Solo
Snow is both light and heavy, slow and fast, visible and not. It’s a season of contrast. I live in a Canadian province that stretches from Windsor/Detroit (on a latitudinal par with Northern California) to Hudson’s Bay – a stretch between 42 and 57N; from carolinian forest to tundra – “Ontario is Canada’s second largest […]