26 Mar 2014, 8:15am

Smoking Cheshires

Days of smoke.

Must be fire somewhere. Waking to look at the clock. Waking to realize I didn’t wake to look at the clock. Waking, gathering clothes and showering. Sensation of falling. Waking to realize I didn’t yet move. Waking inside some Shakepearian bookend. Am I awake? Is it official?

Like a bad dream Flickr is screwing around with its layout again making it hard for me to post my photos. But here we go,

supervisor role

Cats have good vision for movement left to right. Still objects of similar colors, not so much. In plain sight isn’t as clear as in triangulating in plain scent.

We look for new places to hide treats about the house for environmental enrichment; I think if I could hide treats in a way that would necessitate her doing our taxes first, we’d have ourselves an accountant.

I hid one in the pebbles on top of a house plant. She found it but decided there may be more. In the night, plink, plink as they hit the floor.

When she gets bored the irregular pebbles move in an unpredictable way and she’s quite delighted to pounce on this new prey. Now we have cat soccer where every now and then a metal cymbal as a stone goes onto a vent inside the cold air return registers.

And then there’s the bowl of nuts. Apparently they too have fun properties for soccer. We’re going to have to keep it covered because they stray until anywhere on the floor is likely to be an improv nutcracker.

But beyond the domestic, there’s the poetry. There’s always poetry but this time, Day 2 of Versefest is tonight. Over at pesbo I expect to post some notes and photos later today.


Absurd how I get a ridiculous amount of stage fright when I write when I post, or don’t. Even alone in a room thinking to myself. The I am who are multitudes needs some sleep goggles or dark glasses or something.

24 Mar 2014, 1:58pm
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Living Completely

Autopilot can slip on without a click. Chunneling away at objectives, what matters? Present in all the senses, in the community of self, those around, the balance of action, and cherishing. What opportunities for someday should be now? Time doesn’t appear, it is made out of the same air that gets gulped up by defaults. Deep breath of pause. Little moments of not just seeing the brightness of sun on arm but waiting until the heat of where it is and isn’t can be felt.

At the bottom of our steps it looks like someone left without entering, or else had been inside a long time.

At the edge of enlightenment, or at least, light.

And by phone I learned Natalie Gibb-Carsley has died.

She was one of the teachers who saw the human and the writer inside the shelled up young being, and encouraged. We kept in touch, about once a year over the last 25. The diary she gave me at graduation is my special occasions book. Once every year or few I made an addition and hope the book to be a lifer of glimpses, at least to retirement. It’s 23 years in now and not quite halfway.

Natalie was a busy lady but not a rushed one. “Throughout her full life, Natalie’s upbeat nature was to spread happiness, show love and compassion, and give encouragement to and for those who had the good fortune to meet her in daily life.”

Yep. Doing was the thing, and being. She loved words but people and action had her involved.

Many people now say “I don’t do funerals” but hope this one will be an appropriate door crasher. Her husband John and her are like two fingers crossed.

22 Mar 2014, 6:37pm

Loading the Shoulder

Hair up.

The thing is, I can lift my elbows that high for that long to do. That hasn’t been possible for what, 10 months. I can also do fancy trick like lifting a full kettle or a cast iron pan without pangs as if that were a normal thing to do. Still can’t lie on my right side and can get turtled. But direction of progress.

19 Mar 2014, 10:04am
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Out There In the Air

corn stubble
Corn stubble between snows.

Wordless and Word: Tomorrow on CKCU at 6:30 pm EST, it’s Literary Landscape time again. Jenna Tenn-Yuk and another instalment of Two Things I’m Reading This Week.

18 Mar 2014, 9:48am
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March-ing Along

Marking what’s present and absent, a frame guarantees there are always things outside of the frame.

off duty
Neighbourhood snow removal operations. Children operators indoors or away.

the mysterious penvil sharpner
But what is the pencil sharpener looking at?

babe in arms
Baby face of Emperor Rose.

origami lily
And other soft glows.

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