“There are a thousand ways our essential nature can be expressed in the world, infinite ways to hold and love the world. If you look at your life from within that sense of the quiet stillness you are, you will see this inner-essence, this innocence, like a bright thread woven throughout the centre of your […]
The great crime writer, Elmore Leonard, said he only started getting anywhere with his writing was when he began to have fun with it.
Leaking Wildflowers by Maire Morrissey-Cummins.
“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.” ― Maya Angelou
Winter skies, full of rain, the hush of a still daybreak. Christmas lights and garlands brighten neighbour’s gardens. A blackbird tops the maple a robin in the birch, rivals for territory birdsong sprinkles the dawn. Bare trees stand sentinel, limbs raised in gladness, twinkling with raindrops this soft December day.