Monthly Archives: June 2016

june 6

Today was the day I decided to spend time reflecting on my last 6 months with my One Little Word. Ali Edwards, who has put together the prompts I am using in this process, has a long questionnaire for June’s reflection.  Having participated in this project for a few years now, these types of prompts are not my favorite.  I like the creative ones where I use photos, song lyrics or poetry.  A straight up list of questions is rather dry and daunting.

But – because I have done this a few times now – I’ve come to learn the value of this step.  For one thing, forcing myself to answer questions chosen by someone else leads me to new discoveries.  For example – “are there companion words cropping up this year,” “what is stopping you from fully embracing your word and your intentions for yourself?”

Since I always dip into the dictionary when I’m writing, I discovered a new word too. It is a practice I knew about, just not the word for it: kedge to move (a ship) by means of a line attached to a small anchor dropped at the distance and in the direction desired

I think my monthly play with my one little word is an exercise in kedging – putting a figurative anchor out in a direction I want to go and pulling myself toward it.


june 5

verbal snapshot

a healthy sized desk in front of sunny windows
with a view of the children’s garden rimmed with prayer flags,
computer, books, more books,
mementoes tucked amongst them,
photographs of loved ones plastered on one wall,
a vase of wilting yellow roses,
faded petals fallen to the the floor,
pretty things tucked here and there
capturing one’s eyes
whispering prayers

this is the workspace of a loving
and well loved
saint


june 4

there is no scent like that of summer
there are no evenings like those of June’s longest days
there is nothing like a glass of wine,
a bowl of potato chips,
and a game of Quiddler
with a hubby who doesn’t mind losing
most of the time


june 3

we walked in the drizzle
engaged in conversation and oblivious to the fact we were getting damp

I just needed talk,
narrating, caustic at times and flippant,
walking the keen edge of my self doubt,
not wanting to feel despair
so poking fun at myself,
taking a breath to express
oh well, moving on

so thankful for friends
who will walk with me in the rain


june 2

June 1
radio on
heading to the library
because, after all,
I’m on vacation,
and have more time for reading.

As I drive my ears begin hearing
the classical piece playing,
I come to a stop light.

My breathing slows
and I’m listening
carefully,
hearing gentle notes of piano
and the soft slide of a violin.

I reach for my pen
and notepaper,
urgent to record the name of this piece
and its composer.

The light turns green;
my ears that were so tuned in to music
can’t discern what the radio host is saying.
I travel on to the library and park,
pull my phone from my pocket
and search for what I want to know.

CBC radio2 playlist at 10:10 am
Speigel im Speigel by Arvo Part
I tap and type to look for more information:
Mirror in a Mirror

And I listen again.

So many little minutes in my day
but time melts away with this music,
I drift with infinity
sitting in my car
on the first day of June.