Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Vacuum Cleaners
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Then the Elephant Showed Up....
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Just Another Coffee..
Today when I was driving to work, I was stopped at an intersection. This particular intersection is popular with panhandling homeless people. The light is long and there is enough time to go up and down the row of cars with a hand out to collect money.
I noticed a young girl. Her back was too me, she looked about 16 years old. Then she turned around. She was an Aboriginal woman, her hair was braided and her face was bruised. She had a bandaid on one cheek. I reached into my purse and pulled out a toonie. I rolled down my window and put it into her cup. She said thank you and went on to the next car.
The toonie was meaningless to me. It was a cup of coffee and I had more money. Perhaps the money that this woman made today would be enough to keep her from spreading her legs for one night. Perhaps not. The addictions that she must have been suffering are severe and consuming. Otherwise, why panhandle for change from strangers who look down at you as worthless?
The people in the car immediately behind me ignored her. The third car gave her money. Perhaps its was all meaningless. Perhaps, I did not help her at all. But I like to think that my money made enough of a difference that she was able to stay straight for a day. Get a meal. Make a phone call. Have a safe night's sleep. Take the first step in getting back to a safe and sane place. A place where you do not have stand at the side of the highway with your hand out.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Menopause Approaches...
Monday, August 3, 2009
Today, I will take a different perspective and show some of my poetry. These are two of my older poems and they are my favourites.
My Kitchen Buddha
All serene all watching all smiling
Sitting on his shelf he watches
The rice burns
The kettle boils
The dirty dishes
The milk spoils
The cats quarrel
The oranges shrivel
All serene, all seeing all knowing
Mourning Doves
Rain slips down the green shimmering trees
Grey mourning doves endure the the showers
Dreaming of yellow sun-washed days
With soft murmurs, they wait for blue skies
