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Saturday, February 14, 2026

Ownership

I own very little in this life. 


Chairs and a table, 


a rocking chair and a bed, 


the walls of my condo, 


other little bits and bobs. 


The greatest that I own are 


my memories even though 


they are poked through 


with holes on some years, 


clear as crystal on more. 


Memories that cling to the stuff I own. 


Memories of family, 


book shelves filled with books and


why they are there, 


the sounds of discussions and laughter


photographs, paintings, and stories 


resonate with the voices of what I own. 


“The greatest ownership of all is to glance around and understand.”

~ William Stafford, poet

(1914 - 1993)

Friday, February 13, 2026

Shadow Hand

The shadow hand 
fits like skin 
over control 


that my conscious 

mind believes it holds. 

The shadow hand,


full of creative energy,

holds my consciousness still;

words spill out to trace 

 

  a story

    a dream

      a wish 


The page, once blank 

and without thought

hums with life.


“My shadow serves as the friend I crave.”

~ Anna Akhmatova, poet

(1889 ~ 1966)

Thursday, February 12, 2026

Back Up, Go Around

Trust yourself ~ 


‘Sounds easy and does hard’. 


Breaking a decision 

    into chunks 


makes life manageable


each step simple,


hampered only by emotional baggage


with time between to change your mind


Trust yourself


to back up and go around


or turn down a different road


when necessary or 


if a more charming road appears 


Trust yourself.


“Some wisdom lives in your body before your 

mind can explain it. Trust what your bones know.”

~ Lawrence Nault, author

Genre: science fiction, Young Adult, Fiction

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Messaging


Listen

  Listen for changes that

   

come with a shift in 

     consciousness, 

        alertness, 

            knowledge 


to reshape beliefs, 

  to mould the heart


Your mind will tell you 

    the direction to take

      the star to follow


The message may not be 

     written in words, or 

          sung in song but


from deep within 

   laden with intuition.


“The intuitive mine is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. 

We have created a society that honours the servant and has forgotten the gift,”

~ Albert Einstein

Tuesday, February 10, 2026

Re-post: Book Review: The Hidden Child by Louise Fein

Mabel is only five years old. A lovely, happy, chatty child with soft curls whose mother and father love her dearly. It’s the late 1920’s. World War I has passed and World War II is not yet upon England. Mabel’s father, Edward Hamilton, a decorated war hero has been decommissioned with an honourable discharge. When he meets Eleanor, a secretary in the War Office, Edward was there to receive his discharge papers. He leaves her a note as he was leaving inviting her to tea ~ ‘strictly professional’. An idyllic life is to follow. Edward, already involved in England’s Eugenics Society, enlists Eleanor in his research. She comes to believe in it’s precepts ~ “The aim of the eugenics moment is to improve the human population by increasing reproduction of the most desirable characteristics in human beings and suppressing reproduction of the least desirable - for example, inheritable disease, mental retardation, and so forth. - Edward Hamilton.” 


One of those so-called inheritable diseases was epilepsy. Louise Fein has written epilepsy as one more character in this story, making an appearance only nine times. Suddenly and for few pages. In each appearance, it tells us that only his control matters. He describes seizures both inside and outside the brain. This character tells us: “……,whatever harm I do, you do far worse.”


The novel opens with Eleanor driving their trap pulled by their pony Dilly to meet her sister Rose at the train. As they come to a stop, Mabel has her first seizure. In an attempt to deny the seriousness of that day, and the reality of her condition, it goes undiagnosed for some time. However, it grows increasingly worse. The story takes a frightening turn. To avoid exposure for Edward’s ‘good name’ in the eugenics movement, and all the research he has done, they turn to a neurologist who recommends hospitalization and ultimately institutionalization. Not uncommon at that time, there were no apparent alternatives, at least in England. Rose, Eleanor’s sister, brings news of an alternative treatment developed at the Mayo Clinic in the U.S. Edward and the neurologist treating Mabel both refuse to even read the information Eleanor has located and researched.


For Mabel, this darling five year old child, she couldn’t know that she would be trapped in the dreadful scheme of care where she was hidden. Or that both her parents had other secrets that bound them. Secrets that are revealed to change their beliefs about eugenics. She also wouldn't know that in the end she would get the care needed from a very unlikely quarter. What she did know was that her parents loved her very much.


Louise Fein has written this novel because of her own trials with her young daughter. She has carefully researched the eugenics movement and the important and historical figures who were pivotal in its formation. Other of her characters in the story both supported and sometimes excused certain behaviours. All were bound by society mores of the time. 


Epilepsy has been my own unwanted guest for many, many years. As I read this important story of Mabel and her parents Eleanor and Edward Hamilton, I was in turn infuriated and finally very grateful that I, and many others, have not suffered the same indignities.


“Oh yes, you humans think yourselves above the animals, 

with your clever brains and fancy morals; 

but really, it’s your inhumanity that sets you apart”

~ Louise Fein, The Hidden Child



Title: The Hidden Child

Author: Louise Fein

Copyright: 2021

Publisher: P.S.™- a trademark of Harper Collins Publishers

Type: Novel

Format: Hardcover

ISBN: 978-0-06-311924-6 (hardcover library edition)

ISBN: 978-0-06-309093-4 (paperback)

ISBN: 978-0-06-320543-7 (international edition)

Monday, February 9, 2026

To Be Whole

I learned 

my wholeness from my feet. 

Planted firmly 

on the cool grass of spring, 

my bare feet sent me a message. 

“I am your balance, 

    your place on this earth.” 


Is this a February wish

for green lawns and dandelions? 

No matter. 

I have longed for true balance 

found only when 

I nestle my toes into warm sand 

~ there I go again with 

     that wishful thinking ~ 

or (sigh) in winter, 

    flat on cold laminate. 


Wherever my feet are placed, 

my wholeness rises up from that place

as a vine of roses climbs a trellis to the sun

When that filling up flows through me, 

my being is healed in the moment, 

my cricket-y knee may be a little slow 

to catch up with the wholeness of my being 

but gentles with the wholeness of the earth.


“Wholeness does not mean perfection: it means 

embracing brokenness as an integral part of life.”

~ Parker J. Palmer, author