I don’t see the empty space until I come back in from my balcony. I went out there to water the tomatoes and enjoy the sun rising over the CN Tower. My appreciation for the city deepens on mornings like these, when the sun drapes a diaphanous sheath over Toronto, masking the its grit. The … More Seeing the sunrise, missing the obvious
The Morning Glories on my balcony wake up earlier than I do each morning. They look like they’ve been up for hours primping and preening, every bloom a study in perfection. I’d be jealous if I didn’t know they too will be drooping with exhaustion by supper time. All that early morning energy consumes this … More Morning Glories and meditation: food for the soul
I’ve been waging a mental argument with myself all week. Should I write about my strained back, or not? I’ve other things I could muse about in less than 1,000 words: the glorious time I’ve had with family (there’s been a wedding); the fun of taking care of an eight and 10 year old for … More Ack, my aching back!
Lynda MacGibbon 