ocean | ocean
Apr.23.2013
Three days ago I saw a sleek warship in Halifax that looked like it came from a futuristic sci-fi movie. That thought actually crossed my mind, for Halifax is a city where many international movies are shot. Both Titanic and K-19 The Widowmaker were partially shot in Halifax.
But, via serendipity...
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Nov.17.2012
Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. I love rainy days. I don't like the sun. I've found that most people seem to be the opposite and crave sunshine and actually dislike the cloudy days. But, for me, when it's rainy and overcast, my mind, for some reason, is better attuned to the...
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Oct.31.2012
He was slightly bent over. She stood a little straighter. Her hair was thin and his was gone…mostly. They held hands and measured their steps as they walked by the park benches, and finally sat to rest.
Lovely young things with fake breasts bounced by them. Tall tan ladies with...
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Oct.30.2012
I understand why people get behind, feel so passionately about, the environment.
I spent this past weekend at the beach. I took a walk Sunday morning. I was hoping to beat the Halloween candy to my ass, so I was walking fast and sweating to Rihanna. I reached the breakwater and...
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Sep.12.2012
Paddle boarding has become the “in” sport of choice on the west coast. I found a few articles on line that stated paddle boarding’s been around for a long time, originating in Hawaii. The dates varied, but all said the boards were used as another form of surfing, also known as stand up paddle...
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Aug.31.2012
I love how my body changes when I am at the ocean. It slows down; it finds a rhythm that is not dictated by alarm clocks, appointments, or obligations. There is the beating of the surf against the sand, yet it is calming, unlike the beating of my head against a wall. The body that...
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Jul.25.2012
Waves crash in the night, reflecting the light of the full moon. Sabine walks on the beach’s edge pondering love. Two kinds: love that smothers and love that let’s go. Many thoughts ebb and flow through her consciousness with the crashing of the waves. She feels the mist on her face and the taste...
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Jul.21.2012
July 21
SYMPTOMATIC BOUQUET
My bouquet of symptoms took root in alcoholism. I displayed these blossoms to few. I thought I could keep these problem posies to myself. No need to worry, everyone has a bit of manure in their lives;...
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May.02.2012
Serendipity ... May 2012
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Feb.17.2012
This is actually a repost. But I Skyped with my husband this morning. He is still in Uganda. And I remembered being with him.
MORNING JAZZ
Silky swirls of a soft saxophone fall across my shoulders and cause me to relax and link words together to string a necklace around the morning....
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