Busy Bee-ing

Good to the last drop 

of flowery sweetness

a busy bee tends to 

growth and life cycle

without thought 

or concern to politics, 

religion or economics

“Bees have so much to offer us if we only listen.”

~ Jay Ebben, Painted Hives

Once Upon a Time

The former Customs House by the Inner Harbour in Victoria

Where there were once 

polished floors and creaking doors, silent elevators and carpeted stairs, now there is only air.

Where once were heard

insistent telephones and old fashioned typewriters, hurrying

foot steps and business voices,

city street noise fills the space.

Where once men and women

climbed the ladders of success or just made their daily bread, their ghosts grow restless at midnight.

“Old places have soul.”

~ homeowner Sarah Anderson

Urban Elders

Urban mushrooms grow wild ~

yet take advantage of 

soil, sunshine and a wee bush.

“Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom.”

~ Thomas Carlyle

Mileage

Coming home was easy ~ 

sort of.

Between and after airports full of travellers,

sleek full airplanes and bustling buses shuttled my suitcases and me 

all the way

from the prairies of 

my far away home in Regina, Sask.

over mountains to 

my today home in Victoria, B. C.

From there to here, here to there

I button my ethereal sweater

to keep my heart full ~

a challenge that I gladly choose to accept.

“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.”

~ H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Still

Still backing up

into my day to day

finding that roots have grown

despite my trip away.

Still moving forward

multiple errands to chase,

routines waiting patiently

for steady steps and even pace.

Still along with me

ideas that colour each and every day ,

wrapped in hugs and smiles cherished and shared

creating sunshine in rain or in skies covered in grey.

“Memories are not made by standing still.”

~ Nyki Mack, author

Heart's Ease ~ #1

An accidental photo on the one sunny day!

Suitcases unpacked  ~

An easy task ~ everything in it’s place

Mail opened ~ tomorrow's plans reviewed.

Return to the ordinary of rote and rhythm

Unpacking a week of sweet memories

A much more pleasant task

One to be sipped and savoured

Providing spice to  ordinary life.

Memories grow roots 

when nestled in our hearts 

like soft cushions ~

heart's ease for any roughened edges

“Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.”

~ Doug Larson

No Words

I have no words tonight.

They are all lying quietly

in the wake of this past week.

No words except

    Gratitude

   Joy

          Love

for family born and family made

   for old friends gathered in great bouquets

~ I have no words tonight.

“It has always taken me a long time to think of something to say, 
and then more often than not I say it to myself.”
~ Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow