And the holidays are winding to a close. The tree is a lovely thing, a vision of multi-coloured lights and shining ornaments, each with its own, specific memory in my life. And sitting in the dark, it’s almost possible to … Continue reading
…through broken, tattered veils of cloud. Her blushing face shone palest rose through the haze as she turned away from us into the eclipse. It was a special night, of moon, of Solstice, with a hope that the Light’s return … Continue reading
This year’s been very, very dark. It started out at twilight and has since progressed to absolutely inky. Death, despair and need are everywhere I look. And now, this darkest of times presses close, threatening to snuff out the tiny … Continue reading
that someone was rude enough to castigate me on my own facebook page…for having an opinion, no less. I’m not here to make anyone’s life easier by keeping my mouth shut. It’s just not going to happen.
…and though there is no snow, there is ice in the wind that dances through the branches, there is snow in the rain that soaks the ground. I can feel the chill in my bones, and my hands hurt with … Continue reading
I remember growing up listening to the Beatles. I noticed in a newspaper article, someone said they were the “soundtrack of their childhood”. That was true for me, though I was a bit older. I followed them, even after the … Continue reading
The cold penetrates everything at this time of the year, its wet fingers finding pathways for the wind to enter. The trees drip, the overfull gutter dripping a monotonous tattoo. Everything makes that disturbing squelchy noise, like dropping the bag … Continue reading