poetry, prose, and photography
My heart now broken
Grace within the brutalized
Within all this? Hope!
I finally listened to this story this evening. This gem comes from the CBC.
The Indian schools were a period of unmitigated evil. It breaks my heart to see the savagey with which we were delighted to
Freedom’s conundrum
By being unlimited
Discipline saves us
Sleep approaches me
The darkness cocooning me
Rain gently falling
A busy day concluded. Time with dear friends exploring one of Seattle’s great landmarks. Now, though, it’s time to sleep.
I hope your day was rewarding, that it was all you’d hoped it would be.
Good night, dear ones, good night!
Night is now ending
Though the sun has yet to show
Silence is breaking
Though early, it’s time to wake. Life’s demands, well, are demanding. There always something to do, a challenge to meet, life to live.
Tonight’s Good Night Haiku
As the night moves on
And my wakefulness ending
Slumber’s beauty calls
Good night, my internet friends
Slow integration
As we become a hive mind
Will we lose ourselves?
Happy Wednesday everyone!
*Updated to correct grammar and spelling
Taught risk avoidance
Always so vigorously
Hence why fear haunts me
Starting a new week
The demands of life rise anew
A silent morning
At times
It is hard to remember
All the good in the world
Despair is a cruel teacher
Grapple with thankfulness
And accept the grace of love
That comes, truly, it comes
Often unexpectedly
Quantum mechanics
With its weird magnificence
Lewis Carroll’s dream
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