Author: falalablog

‘You cannot live the same life you imagined.’ I wake and imagine the beach empty, no people, geese, coyotes, dead fish or dogs. Already I am anxious. The geese are on the narrow strip threatening; gander, lame goose, two fluffed goslings. I blow myself up with raised wings and pull the dog into the muddy […]

    In a jar, a beautiful jar, globe like, pinched in here and there like a woman, accordion edged top, missing it’s lid, although that isn’t a good word for the solid spherical crowning glory I broke. In this jar is my morning beach cache of smoothed glass. There is no reason to stoop […]

  ‘In the Waves of Change we find out direction.’ ….unknown (more water) In the other house, I didn’t do much of anything. Walked the fields with my dog, drank wine in the evenings, listened to music, cooked in the kitchen, made dog food, slept eight hours, shopped for groceries, did the wash, read,wrote, made […]

      I go along blindly then stop dead. Something in my body makes me pay attention. I follow the trail and in the middle of the night G and I drive into Guelph. Are you claustrophobic. No. Do you have any metal in your body. No. A bullet. Giggle. I want the music. […]

  You have a day. Now it is the next. One sweet day after the other. G said to me this morning after coffee, ‘We are going to have fun today’ and off he went for his bike exercise. This word ‘FUN’ stops me in my tracks. I know satisfaction, I know contentment but FUN. […]

Minimalism is Subtraction for the Sake of Focus   I purge. I live on a white sheet. The word ‘Free’ on a wall. A book with blank pages. A pen that always has ink. One wall is window, I  face this way. My library is on a device. Bleached bones, a shore line dragged clean. […]

Rose came like a murmuration, first distant then filling the air, settling on trees and the roof of the house. I knew her name immediately, Rose and then the stucco cottage, wood floors scattered with thin rugs. Her door opened to gardens, unkempt and wild. The stucco walls held old climbing roses with trellis barely […]

  She sat reading. Then this line, the sun rose yellow. She felt a warmth, it was rose and yellow, rose and yellow, as if a memory stirred. She waited, nothing, these colors must live inside me. I am Rose. I am Rose and the sun is yellow. This book is speaking to me. Her eyes moved to […]

………………..to create. Last night I woke at four. In my sleeplessness I held several dinner parties, long over due. I left no one out. My dear cousins were all together,  I cooked a vegetable dish, a whole salmon and peach cobbler. It was early on a Sunday, the weather was warm so we ate outside. […]

Yolanda is a lovely long legged beauty who enjoys quiet contemplation and thoughts of world peace. Although Yolanda is quite adept at yoga she prefers a good book and a bottle of wine. She can often be found playing the Hokey Pokey with her friends. Here you can see Yolanda putting the ‘left leg in.’ […]