my inner voice

Spring is the time where we move into open spaces filled with sun and whispers of summer to come. Usually.

So, for all of us to reduce this illness we need to stay put. And that can be non stimulating. Not much to do about that yet we can change how we feel about that.

My inner voice screams, and cries and morns all that has passed these last few weeks. Helpless and not. Not because I can lift my days away from my inner voices of doom by staying active. I am lucky as in isolation, i have a yard to photograph and the beach is yards away. And here in our small complex, we still have enough room to keep social distance and still be able to chat away.

The lone tree at the point in East Sooke

I will try to share a photo or two each day. Stay safe and stay busy. You will know what to do once you quiet the inner voice a bit.

Words of Sorrow

My deepest condolences.

Your loss is great, almost too much for words.

A great jaded wound has been ripped into your soul.

Breathe in,

slowly,

breathe out,

breathe

Look, see, numbness, tears,

rendering of all thoughts

tear into your soul

wounds, tears, sobs, hugs,

breathe

turn, slowly, look, see,

breathe

Remember

the laugh, twinkling chimes of merriment,

the touch, the smiles

Remember to breathe,

remember to look,

remember to see,

breathe

Touch that what was precious

be gentle in sorrow, it is hard

Hard on your soul, hard on your friend, hard, just as hard

yet different

Yell, cry, yell, talk, feel, cry, sob,

breathe

Negotiate a new day

Negotiate your grief,

promise anything for one more day

one more touch, one more whisper of their love,

it is all

we have left.

Negotiate your peace, promise,

look in the eyes,

touch your soul with your eyes

Where silence is a luxury,

give it space, touch

whisper, tears,

breathe

Peace,

a ways off,

it comes oh so slowly, it comes

in solace, in pink, in red, white, greens of the flowers,

the blue of the sky, it comes oh so slowly

Walk, slowly at first, everything is slow, thick like mud, cold, unreal,

a trick, oh they must be wrong

with Love, breathe, cry, breathe, walk, sob, cry, hope

With tears acknowledge the inevitable, gone with out you,

one last good buy, words of love, of care, of solace

a hug, gone and no more

tears, oh so cold, so uninvited morning, night, so many spaces in between,

relentless,

my heart heals with the passing of each saline drop,

slowly, so slowly, breathe, sleep, rest, go slow, one more drop

one more tear, the tare, the rent, the whole, just a bit less,

hidden in sorrow, hidden in the heart a healing place

for you to stay forever in my heart.

I love you always and I miss you always. For ever you mom.

For Eryn Jane Tremain 1984 – 2019

Austerity for the planet – our last chance. Really.

Our planet has a bug.  Human parasites that have been increasing the temperature of a whole planet.  No mean feat really.  How many latte’s must I drink for  my impact to be felt.  2.  That isn’t many but as my best guess, i will stand by it.  So, i am 15089 latte’s over my limit, perhaps more as i haven’t kept count.

Latte’s and coffee are my last addiction. In each sip, i understand the human carbon chain that allows for me to enjoy this powerful drug.

The latte in this photo was crafted by a barrister that has practiced this  art for 15 years.   It was an amazing day with my daughter in town.   Dresses were bought and long talks over latte’s and smoothies.

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Our conversations often turn to the environment and how precious and unique it is.    And as there is so many of us humans, that we must all really do our part to slow down and care for our only home, the planet earth.

Really, if you were an alien from another planet, would you recuse us as a species.   I know i would hesitate and ponder deeply our need to survive.  Over a Latte if you please.

I know i digress but that is how i am wired and coffee is my medicine to keep it in check. enjoy your day.