Hi everyone. I just wanted you to know that as of Saturday, August 27, I’m going to be offline for a week or so while I fiddle around trying to combine my blog with a website setup.… More
Today I’m delighted to offer for your reading pleasure a guest post by author and fellow blogger Martha Kennedy, shown here with the first of her three award-winning novels of historical fiction.
Martha has kindly given me permission to post this short story, and without further ado, here it is:
Rainy Night Continue reading “Rainy Night”
Not so long ago, I realized that I had managed once again to create such a sea of expectations, commitments, must-dos and should-dos that I could barely keep my head above water. My bloated appointment schedule proved it.
This kind of log-jam happens occasionally in spite of my best intentions, primarily because I tend to overestimate my energy levels, over-commit to big projects, and overextend in general, until sooner or later I have to pull back into my little shell for as long as it takes me to refresh, rethink, and re-prioritize.
I’m neither shy nor anti-social, but I am deeply introverted, and that personality trait, according to Swiss psychotherapist Dr. Carl Jung, influences how we relate to the world: we take it inward and think it through.
We Homo sapiens are many and varied combinations of introversion and extroversion, but according to Jung, we inherently tend to prefer one mode over the other.
I’ve known since I was a child that I needed to be alone sometimes, and I had to let information, ideas, choices – any new input – sink down inside me and ferment for a bit before I could respond.
This process can be instantaneous, or it can take hours or days, but it’s as though my brain isn’t ready to respond until the issue has first simmered around in there for as long as it needs to before bubbling back up. Continue reading “Gleanings”
[Psst, you there. Yeah, you. Wanna know a closely guarded secret? Susannah reads grammar books and dictionaries just for the fun of it!]
Yep, it’s true. Not exactly the kind of gossip you’d want to have spread around the ‘hood about you, right? You might even be forgiven for thinking that surely I’ve gotten over it by now and have a life, right? But no. I’m guessing that the only other person in the world who might understand this peculiar aberration would be Grammar Girl, because I’m willing to bet the big bucks that she does it too!]
Just yesterday, as a matter of fact, I discovered a juicy new word that I had never read or even heard of before. The word is paronomasia. Ain’t that a beaut? If you, like me, have no idea what it might mean, there’s a big hint in the subject of this post. Continue reading “Struck by something punny”
I walk slowly, precisely, in my comfortable old pants and t-shirt and my brand new running shoes, placing one foot carefully in front of the other as I make my cautious way through the park, the just-risen sun shining full on my face.
The sky is cloudless on this beautiful July morning, the grass under my feet green again after a long bout of dry weather that was finally relieved by yesterday’s rain. The field is resplendent as the sunlight sprinkles the wet grass with backlit diamonds.
Suddenly I’m struck by a sense of the “nowness” of this brief slice of time—what Buddhists call “suchness.” An instant of pure, numinous experience, as though I’m tiptoeing into the presence of Spirit. Continue reading “Glory day”
Hi, all you folks out there lying on sunny beaches working on your tan, or breezing about in exotic settings, camera in hand, or simply sitting at your favourite cafe sucking back a slow summer latte.
Ahh, summer. Isn’t it great?
Last year at this time I had extravagant expectations of knuckling down and reaming out our house from stem to stern, decluttering everything in sight (including – gasp – my normally inviolate bookshelves), washing everything within reach of my trusty sponge, and eventually presenting the world at large with – Ta Da! – a spotless, tidy and beautifully-decorated home à la House and Home magazine. Continue reading “Now, later, or not at all…”
Lyko, the seven-month-old Malamute puppy whose human pack we are part of, and who we dog-sit every now and again, is showing every sign of becoming quite a big boy.
Already I can pat him without bending over. His body has gotten long and lean, and his legs make him look every bit the gangly adolescent that he’s become.
He’s also growing into his adult strength (as you likely know, Malamutes are strong dogs, bred to pull heavy loads), and when you combine that with typical canine adolescent exuberance, well, DB and I — old folks that we are — have some trouble keeping up. Continue reading “Growing pains”
In the wake of Orlando, I offer this essay written from the heart by the father of a young gay man:
Fags. I am the father of one.
If you are reading this and think homosexuality is a choice, please stop reading right now. Continue reading “Gay”