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November 19, 2009
- I wander through the house distracted by the unaccustomed peace that settles within the walls. I don't know why but it causes a certain unease in me, a vague distraction, a wonderment that this silence is what I always crave and yet, now that it is here, I struggle with what to do with it. I suppose I could reach up to dislodge the cobwebs and shake down the cushions or file away the ...
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November 18, 2009
- Melancholy day. Melancholy if you allowed it to be, if you allowed the sullen glob of sky, a heavy grey like substance squeezed from a tube, that is long past its expiry date, to penetrate and smother you with its dreary suffocating smear. And the fields around us have all transformed into brown lakes, the result of the deluge in the past few days and the poor bewildered cows, ...
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November 16, 2009
- I am like a child again. Barefoot, I stand in the hallway beside a doorway in the middle of the night. I am eavesdropping on my parents' conversation. I should be in bed. My feet are cold, my nightgown too thin for the cold of the night that brings a chill through the door that hangs ajar. I listen. Nothing makes sense, their voices come low and speak only of an adult world.I am here too once ...
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October 19, 2009
- Where do I begin to begin to end? Why does it seem so difficult? Is it because I have been writing here on Red Room, for one long year now, on a daily basis, sometimes twice a day, whenever the fancy took me to jot down the moments that passed at Windsong, with my boys, the dogs, the garden,the hubby, the coffee pot, the clothes line, the grief, the regret, the longings, the sadness, the joys, ...
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October 19, 2009
- These days I have come to see that everything is temporary, that people are only shadows that exist for a short time until they dissipate like raindrops on a windowpane or sweetpea or whispers meant for only one and that quickly fall into the atmosphere to nothingness. A cascade of dust spores in an empty room - all fleeting. Why it's just the opposite to hearing the cuckoo in June, you count ...
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October 18, 2009
- Ordinary ThingsA crow caws over the garden as if to herald a bad omen. I escape back through the open door, into the cello that bathes the room with tentative hope. I peel the potatoes until swirls of skin become a tangleof distorted notes scrawled on ceramic. I scoop the limp tendrils up into my hands and relinquish them to the bin. Naked potatoes glisten by the window where sunlight falls ...
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October 14, 2009
- I wish that I could wrap up my life. Fold it into white tissue paper bound with a teal blue bow. I wish that I could place the wrapping up of my life where the sun is not too hot nor the wind too chill. Where the rain is ever soft and never has a sharp biting tongue. Where I place the wrapping up of my life there will forever be music, that sings like the gentlest wind, with wisdom left in ...
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October 14, 2009
- A leaf fell from the tree and I heard it fall to the ground with a rustle or was it a crackle, anyway it sounded like a sheet of paper being crushed, so it was a blend of rustling and crackling. I had never heard a leaf fall until today. Of course, I've seen them fall many times. I am one of those people who looks out for falling leaves. I get a kick out of it, will even interrupt ...
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October 12, 2009
- To the south of this house and immediately fronting it, there are no street lights. The bonus is that the sky is clearly visible when the clouds disperse and star gazing is a facility that we have taken for granted, for years now. The draw back might be in the case of an emergency, when in the dead of night, our blue gates might tend to look like any other colour and the Windsong sign could ...
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October 12, 2009
- Missy is about to embark, no pun intended, on a brand new career. She is in the process of becoming an Irish Therapy Dog and I am proud to say, the first such volunteer in Galway. Her mission will be to help combat isolation and depression in the elderly, visit schools for people with special needs and will, at all times, be expected to perform in a non-judgemental and non-selective fashion ...
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October 10, 2009
- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU_QR_FTt3EDog leashes thrown on the patio and a pair of striped green flip flops, redundant in their purpose now lie forgotten beneath a vacant pink canvas chair that is sodden with rain and already beginning to fade. The umbrella needs to come down soon and be stored away in the garden shed until late Spring, when everything starts over again. Weeds appear ...
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October 9, 2009
- I go to make some jasmine tea but when I pour out the contents from the kettle the cup is only half full. I go to boil some more water and wait. The day passed well and in a happy way like the steam that rises easily from the spout, rises like an early morning fog over the land, that can just as quickly disperse once the sun shines through.My eldest son turned twenty one today. He is a good ...
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October 7, 2009
- There is nothing between me and the words, nothing, only myself. The words want to come but they hesitate, they get stuck somewhere between me and the keyboard. They bubble up and, like heart burn, stick like glue to the oesophagus. I try to give them permission to infiltrate but they remain hidden, stagnating like redundant bubbles, resistant to touch, leather skin growing on the sheen. I ...
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October 6, 2009
- There was a snow storm over the blue bowl this afternoon. Each time I delved into the flour to stir and sift, the blizzard buzzed and drifted brilliantly up into the sunlight that slithered its way in through the yellow Venetian blind. The snow covered my arms and apron and it was not long before I became caught up in the drama and, instead of preventing the mess, delighted in it. I ...
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October 5, 2009
- Amber Sumac Tree gives way to Amber light that fills the dining room with a golden glow, as I slice up Amber yams for dinner, that become wedges of promise, drizzled in Amber oil. Amber ring on my middle finger casts a gentle hand over the Amber hair on my dogs head. The traffic light tells me to proceed with caution, Amber, be on the Alert. Amber dahlias wilt in a blue jug where Amber tints of ...
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