I remember Khatsahlano last year. It was under the blazing sun, and the whole festival felt like a struggle to stay hydrated. I was super sticky after a day of checking out the performances and moving from vendor to vendor! This year was the exact opposite.

Saturday, May 30, 2015. I should have known that this would be an emotional day. Two people I knew died this past week. And, our youngest child, Nathan, left home.

Mindfulness Centre of Grey Bruce. The way of the Bodhisattva. Thus by the virture collected. Through all that I have done,. May the pain of every living creature. Be completely cleared away! May I be the doctor and the medicine. And may I be the nurse,. For the sick beings in the world. Until everyone is healed! May a rain of food and drink descend. To clear away the pain of thirst and hunger,. And during the eon of famine.

In Goodbye, My Brother by John Cheever we have the theme of paralysis, separation, letting go, change, acceptance and denial. In A and P by John Updi.

A collection of poems that I have wrote, on a matter of general subjects including, about love, life, some sad, nature, and some in stories, and for the heart and soul. Friday, March 19, 2010. Stones of cobbled, wet like mirrors,. Uneven, unsteady, in the night light. Unnatural, but with shades of rays,. The bricks show their erosion upon. Some came loose, like pulling teeth,. My eyes are dancing on each one.