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Literally Torn

This is an update on my last post regarding the progress of Bill C-10; an Act to Amend the Broadcasting Act here in Canada.

Let me start this article by sharing a quote from a fellow Canadian regarding the digital sphere:

 

“We need to pay attention to what is happening. 

The very character of our country is at stake,”

                                Justin Trudeau, Prime Minister of Canada, May 16, 2019

 

I agree; we most definitely do need to pay attention to what is happening! Our entire country is literally being torn apart by some of the very characters who lead it!  The digital sphere is only one area being abhorrently affected by these characters. Continue Reading »

Awakened”

 

“Witcccchhh!”

Amarelle awoke screaming, the sound so high pitched and pitiful it cleared the very darkness from her unhinged mind.

Her mental clarity had partially returned thanks-be to a disturbing dream about clues for the future.   Her blue eyes darted around unfamiliar surroundings until she glimpsed a tattered dirty image of herself in the darkened window.  One hand was curled tightly into a fist.  She felt a stabbing, throbbing pain emanating from it.  She looked down at her left hand and slowly unfurled her fingers to reveal the contents which she gripped so tightly.

Inside the clenched fist of Amarelle’s left hand was a red thorny rose.  She had squeezed the flower so hard it had punctured her palm.  Blood droplets landed on her bare feet then trickled like tiny streams onto the floor boards.

Amarelle stared morosely at the rose’s squashed red petals and watched curiously as crimson droplets of blood trailed toward the floor. She was transfixed by the scarlet colors.

So entranced was Amarelle by the colors of red, that she had failed to noticed a large unwieldy figure who accompanied her in the room. Continue Reading »

Earth Day

Imagine the power it must take for a seed to burst from its shell.

All around us seedlings are growing from the warmth and strength provided by Mother Earth.

Imagine if you too had that type of power.  How would you use it?

Now, remember this; you do have that type of power – use it with gratitude and a loving heart.

The Earth sustains us all.

Happy Earth Day!

April 22, 2021

Yonder

 

Yonder lays a crawling valley,

Where mustangs once did graze,

Amongst the sage and prairie grass,

But, that was in my younger days;

Now coyotes howl and eagles shrill,

At the setting sun on yonder hills,

We mourn the horses of crawling valley.

Coming Soon…


Coming soon,

April showers 

bringing

May flowers

“The Weaver”

“I am a weaver; a weaver of words.

Writers are weavers of words.

I am a writer. 

Oh, what tales we Weaver’s weave when our well scripted words are spun together into a magical yarn.

I am a writer; a weaver of magical yarns. 

I am a Weaver; a weaver of magical yarn.

I am a Weaver.”

 

 

I have always been a fan of folklore, myths and parables.  Recently, I came across the story of a Wise old Weaver woman hidden in a cave. Every culture has mystical tales that tell of Weaver’s hidden in places unknown or away from civilization.  Their only company a big black dog. They weave beautiful capes, robes or blankets with ethereal cords from the cosmos which are never completed because chaos (the dog) intervenes to unravel their work, at which point the Weaver’s begin again.  The myth is that if the Weaver ever completes their work, the world will end.  These Weaver’s have been creating this article of beauty since the beginning of time.

During the winter months, I began to weave.  It all started because of boredom.  I am an active person.  I don’t deal well with boredom.  Boredom led me toward the need to purge.  It’s astounding the amount of items that one accumulates and then holds on to for no real reason.  The time had come for me to remove needless items from my home – make more space – let’s say; in those dark, shadowy closeted spaces one like me hesitates to venture into.

I read a piece of prose by Andrew The Lonely Author at www.thelonelyauthorblog.com ; it started with, “love hung in her closet,” what an enchanting thought!

I am a little terrified of what might be hanging in my closets – cobwebs and skeletons.  But, there is proper timing for everything and the time for purging was now. Continue Reading »

Do Not Disturb

When I’m in my happy place but, your misery wants my company;

Read my lips:

“Do you really want to go there?”

#save the rhino’s

“Hands”

The animals are confused.  They have noticed we human beings are suffering.  They have gathered about me to convey their concern.

“What can be done?” I ask.  “I have been through the dark tunnel of despair. I am loathe to go there again.  The air inside the void is stagnant yet fraught with turbulence and electricity.  It smells sour.  The land is picked clean.  It has become barren, a desert. The people are starving.  They are dirty because there is no water left for them to wash and they have abandoned the search.  They are so entrenched in their own inner pain, they cannot see beyond the horizon.  I do not want to enter there again!  If I survive the dream walk, I will emerge weak and vulnerable myself.”

I hear Hummingbird laugh.  He is laughing at me!  I am angered by this and my belly begins to boil.  Annoyed, I reply to Hummingbirds laughter.

“I was ordered not to re-enter the dark realm.”  But even as I utter the words, I realize my ego was the voice which did the ordering.  I take a deep breath and calmly exhale.  Smiling now, I thank Hummingbird.  He is very wise.  Humbly, I admit I have been allowing my ego to rule my destiny.  My instinct now is to return to the awareness of my heart.  My heart is the safest place to be. Continue Reading »

For all women; past, present and future:  as we grow in wisdom, strength and unity to blossom into the unique wildflowers that we are, let us continue to support and empower others with grace.  May our grace transform world chaos into beauty by simply accepting our true unbiased nature.

The word for today is “thing”.

I have developed a fondness for the word “thing”- albeit, it is somewhat of a love/hate relationship.

My use of the word “thing,” usually coincides with episodes in my life where I know that if I am using the word “thing,” I am experiencing some type of mental block.  At these times, it is as if the universal vacuum has descended from above to clean out my cranium.  Just like any other vacuum, the universal one can accidentally suck up useful things as well as cobwebs.

The universal vacuum likes information.  And, just for your information, I am all for loosing such things that constitute life’s most embarrassing moments from my memory bank.

But does it really need to suck out my brain’s capacity to access its inner dictionary?

At such seemingly unintellectual times; those I can only define as brain dead moments, it makes me wonder – where’s the thing?  Meaning, my brain! Continue Reading »

The Rose

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“Fear Conqueror”

I’ve seen the Thunder Birds again.  They’re dark ominous creatures, larger than their brothers the eagle.  They’re accompanied by lightning bolts and thunder.  At one time I feared their appearance.  Now, I realize Thunder Birds warn me not to give my fear power. Continue Reading »


"Northward the slope descended to a dim line of canyons from which rose an up-flinging of the earth, not mountainous, but a vast heave of purple uplands, with ribbed and fan-shaped walls, castle-crowned cliffs, and gray escarpments.  Over it all crept the lengthening, waning afternoon shadows."    (Zane Grey)

Amarelle

Amarelle’s eyes filled with knowing and fear upon hearing disembodied words that intoned those of Nell.  She shrunk from the sound of her kind mentor’s out-of-body voice as it spoke to her and her alone – words unheard by others who were not gifted at hearing the spirits beyond.  To Amarelle, Nell’s soft sounding voice seemed like a merciless sting.  One could only feel a stab like that if they had conscience then acted against it.   Guilt’s vice like grip clenched at Amarelle’s stomach causing her to lurch forward.  It made her feel sick.  Continue Reading »

The Quickening

The astrologers say that, “It is a big energy day.”  I am somewhat bemused by their prediction.

Big energy or “quickenings,” as I call them can cause problems in a conflicted world like ours. Since the day is only beginning however, only time will tell the tale of this quickening. Continue Reading »

A Christmas Gift

Peace on earth, a gift from the Christmas Star…
May you have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Sticks & Stones

I am fiercely loyal to family and friends but I have learned that loyalty can be a detriment when it comes at your own expense through them.

I am fiercely loyal…

My mother always taught me, “If you can’t say anything nice; don’t say anything at all.”  However, it goes without saying – our society has become addicted to drama or tragedies which cause traumas in life.

Tragedies are forces to be reckoned with that cannot be controlled.  Lack of control causes us to behave badly.  We all succumb to poor behavior once in a while.  Humans have a tendency to fall backwards into bad habits when faced with ongoing stress in their lives so often time’s words are the weapons of choice used in defense of one’s self.  We can all relate to the power of words.

Words can be destructive.  Sometimes, we are in so much pain we cannot see the true shape of our kingdom which is in ruins.  When people are not happy they become saboteurs. They can become their own worst enemies by spreading hurtful gossip or hurling stinging insults at other’s they care about to their own unfortunate peril then excuse their behavior by uttering quips. Continue Reading »

Wonderlust

The Flying “V”

Yours is not to question why,
Just be.

 

 

The land I live upon has a magical essence.  It’s magical because of the creatures who share it with me.  This spring, some creatures flew in from the south and nested along the dam which runs west and south of our property.  So quite naturally, I am facing southwest while I reminisce about the Canadian Geese.

The term used for a flock of geese or a number of geese together is gaggle;  and gaggle they did.  A large social celebration commenced immediately upon their arrival. Continue Reading »

Vultures

They were like vultures circling prey.  Their beady eyes revealed a fear of death.  But, the same eyes reveled in Nell’s.  They waited expectantly to tear flesh from bone strip by strip.  Once in a while, a brave one bounced forward.  Its awkward peck was designed only to intimidate.  Does the prey still have courage?  Does she still fight?  Then its own cowardice would over-take it and the vulgar creature would hop backward into the crowd to seek safety.

Nell pitied them, they were so ugly.  She noticed their bare heads grow red in the twilight.  They hunched forward.  The sun receded.  They grew restless and cold, pulling their cloaks toward them like wings, tight to their bodies.  “Witch,” their raspy drawn-out voices hissed, “Burn Witch.” Continue Reading »

In A World Of Pain

Earlier, he’d pursed his lips, tossed the newspaper aside and decided that even though the state of the world was depressed, he could still improve his grammar.   The word of the day was weltscherz; a noun meaning sentimental pessimism, sorrow that one feels and accepts as one’s necessary portion in life. Continue Reading »

I feel you out there. All of you with wounded souls who do not think you have the strength to continue – but – you do and you will. Continue Reading »

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I am guilty of inappropriate laughter!

Take the road less traveled…

Spring pulls at my heart and I awaken, like a slumbering bear emerging from hibernation.  The morning frost glitters like jewels.  The air is sharp and fresh.  I fill my lungs with the healing odors of pine, cedar, birch and willow.  It’s good to be alive.  My heart swells.  I can hear its strong beat playing in rhythm with the earth mother.  The sun is stroking me from head to toe.  Its warmth fills me with power.  The rest of my body is awake.  I am hungry, famished. Continue Reading »

The Leaning Tree

Too much giving and not enough receiving has emptied my cup.  It is lying empty in the frozen desert of time.

But, the only constant in life is change and the sun has risen. 

The environment is beginning to thaw.  Water is running alongside my cup.  Some ripples are nudging it.  I think, “Yes, it will start to fill up soon!”  Just then a foot appears out of nowhere and cruelly stomps my cup flat leaving me with a feeling of exasperation. I’m not sure what to do now.  The cup will not hold water any longer both ends are open.  I am confused.  Sadly I realize if I had the proper materials and experience, I could repair my cup.  It would be different but the cup still might hold water in its unique new form.

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The wind has created heavenly visions on the sky blue canvas

I can’t even think sitting here!  There is an incessant raging roar emanating from the North West direction. The wind appears to have declared war on this vast frozen countryside. I begin to think Hell has frozen over and everything I’m seeing and feeling is just an illusion in the grand scheme of things.  The winds bellowing, whistling, moaning and groaning belies the fact the sun is shining today and extending an invitation to come outdoors regardless of the winds assault. My head spins, the muscles in my body tense and knot as the unwanted elemental vibrations invade my energy fields.

At times, balanced processes of thought seem impossible to maintain simply because nature herself throws turbulent forces at us which we are unable to control.  We must then contend with forces we do not consider normal.  Sometimes change can be thrust upon us by nature.  Unnatural forces can arrive on wings of fury to move us away from our well-intentioned focus, determined to distract us. Continue Reading »

Bill C-10

Normally, I stay out of the political arena however there are times when one needs to stand up and shout.

This bill will directly affect Canadian’s freedom of speech and since mainstream media has not been reporting on it as yet, I feel the need to share.

True, I do not have a great deal of followers but I might have enough to cause a ripple effect. For if my Canadian readers feel the same way I do about this bill and value their right to publish or even read the written word without fear of Government censureship. Then the attempt to pass this bill behind closed doors needs to stop.

If I tell two people then you tell two people, the ripple will become a tidal bore – perhaps even a tsunami. Let’s cause some awareness.

Stop Bill C-10!

Thank-you for reading, sharing and taking action!

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