Through The Waters

Whirling, whizzing, spinning Revolving, searching, delving Delving deep inside me Inside my very tissues Seeking, probing for darkness As I lie on this table in this circle of energy And ponder what it will find Anxious thoughts rise up And threaten to overwhelm the hum The whirring round my body Searching for the enemy within Hiding in cells, tissues, organs Causing an inward chaos And Disorder And yet there is One who knows me intricately, inside and out Not only my physical body But my wounded, spiritual self My inner spirit weary and worn Appearances can be deceiving Be forewarned As anxiety rises with each spin of this whirling machine Peace, be still, echoes across the expanses of my thoughts And I breathe, as instructed As created, as ordained A breath of life amidst The fear of the unknown.      Some musings and wanderings of the mind as I lay under the shadow of the CT yesterday.  Yes, there have been a few changes s

I sit here this morning accompanied by my little 3 year old sidekick... busy colouring away at the table in one of her zillion colouring books - but I must say that her colouring abilities have improved greatly over the last few months - staying in the lines (mostly) and chattering away while she's working.  Pleasant company for an early morning... watching the sun peeking up over the neighbour's house, snow still sticking around for now, classical music playing on the radio, with remnants of last night's record listening session leaning against the bookshelf - some good old Beethoven as an sidekick to a good game of Scrabble in which I finally kicked my dear husband's butt with a decisive victory thanks to "juice" and "flanges" placed in ideal situations.  Felt good to finally beat him as he was the victor the last few games we've played.  I do love word games and it's a bit sad when I lose (a little bit competitive here maybe - you're a

    It's Saturday morning and it's still relatively quiet in the house.  Martha is babbling around me, talking about this, that and the other thing.  Looking forward to our possible trip to Ikea and to the RBG to visit Pablo, the turtle, her best friend.  Best friend status tends to be a fickle thing in our household lately - I find mine rescinded quite regularly whenever I say no to something "you're not my best friend anymore!"  Uncle Mark and my sister's dog Mitzi end up claiming best friend status the most of all but Ava's starting to work her way into the best friend position.  Martha truly loves her little sister and is in general very gentle and friendly with her.  So this is the company I have this morning, along with the gentle lights of the Christmas tree - probably the last day for it to be up - I'm pretty sad to see it go this year as it has been a great tree and has been so cozy in the early hours of the morning or last hours of the evenin

  Winter wonderland on the meadows It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas   It's 2018... hard to believe but we've made it to this year in one piece... I'll admit it was a bit touch and go there earlier in the year but we're here... we have a brand new baby to show for it and a scar outside and many inside and yet we are here... celebrating the coming of a New Year.  We would like to wish for a blessed New Year for all our friends and family, near and far, spread across the globe, like a total world network of compassion that surrounds us.  Timothy and I sit quietly now in the living room, the Christmas tree still glowing but the presents are all unwrapped and stowed away here and there. The busyness of the Christmas time with family dinners and gifts and poems is now a thing of 2017, a memory tucked away to remember and dwell on and rejoice in.  Someone's found her hands and tongue Our dear girls       We were truly blessed over the Chr