Rainer Maria Rilke, will you be my other boyfriend? Ok, so you’re kind of unavailable. It’s cool, so am I. We can just be pen pals… from the great beyond. See you at the next seance, sweetheart. And yes, I know things…
I am here. Hot molasses-buttered bourbon-currant-almond wheat toast and strong milky coffee. A baby sleeps, not mine. Fresh snow, again. And again. Bright light, bitter cold, the longest winter, two metres of snow in total, eight inches linger on the ground, waist…
The snow keeps piling deeper outside, well-shoveled drift-banks now over waist-high in places on our end of the street, and it’s time for winter musings. It’s busy, busy, busy on the homefront. Supper club invite is going out today, then work, a…
Prelude. “He comes to you and you are a white door full of bright light to be stepped through, open to him always, and illuminated. With him, you glow, shimmer and shine before your eyes through the dark and the breathing.” 11/25/08…
Don’t worry, it’s the good kind. I’ve had a giant box of herbs sitting on my kitchen table all week, ordered to make teas and tinctures with until the farm is ready to grow enough to supply the apothecary. I was excited…
“I would like to learn, or remember, how to live. I come to Hollins Pond not so much to learn how to live as, frankly, to forget about it. That is, I don’t think I can learn from a wild animal…