Mental Meandering on Life and Writing by Carol J. Garvin (aka Careann)
During my blogging absence over the past month I’ve taken an uncountable number of snapshots — hundreds of them — with my camera and iPhone. It makes me smile to remember a trip our family took in 1980 when, despite feeling significant guilt, I clicked through nineteen rolls of 35 mm film over the nine weeks’Continue reading “Written and Photographic Snapshots”
I’m convinced He does … do it on purpose, that is. With the arrival of every spring season I comment constantly on the wonderful progression of new colours. Winters on the southwest coast of Canada aren’t extreme, and, while my lawns may remain green throughout, full of moss as they are, deciduous branches everywhere areContinue reading “Does God do it on purpose?”
At one time it would prickle the back of my neck — an eerie wail from out of the dark somewhere on the lake. Now it’s the first thing I listen for each time we arrive. The call of our Loons. Our rustic little cabin is situated on a very small unpopulated lake in BC’s Cariboo country. Loons areContinue reading “The not-so-Common Loon”
Focused on homework, my visiting granddaughter was unaware that her imaginative head gear was beguiling. The oversized maple leaf was one of her ‘finds’ during an earlier walk with her sister and Grampa. She brought home other leaves, wrapped around the stems of wildflowers to create formal little nosegays, but this one she plunked on her head and woreContinue reading “Limitless Imagination”
A couple years ago I showed you this incredibly heavy box of music that was sitting in the middle of my kitchen. It represented over a decade of choral music collected by one of our church accompanists. In the same way as I hoard books, she hoards music, and for the same reason – it speaksContinue reading “From the Archives: The Music of Words”
One of my favourite sights and sounds at our remote cabin is of the loons. There is always one or two pair of Common Loons there, and soon after we arrive every summer and fall we are greeted by their unique call. My fascination with loons has grown since first encountering them when my parents took me thereContinue reading “#wipMadness Day 26: Making Your Mark”
I’m not a hoarder, but I do like to collect things. Certain things. Like pottery. I had to sort through an outrageous number of pottery mugs recently, deciding which ones could be culled (to make room for more, of course). In addition to mugs, I have pottery serving bowls, plates, casseroles, sauce dishes, jugs, vases and more. Not aContinue reading “There are collections, and then there are Collections”
Grumbling is a constitutional right, isn’t it? Everyone complains occasionally. It might be about the weather, the stack of month-end bills, or a mother-in-law’s upcoming visit. Some people don’t like their lot in life, or they don’t feel they get the breaks they deserve. Or they may justifiably resent having to deal with more serious problems, like illness, or incapacitation,Continue reading “Dealing With Our Limitations”
“Beauty of style and harmony and grace and good rhythm depend on simplicity.” Plato ~ ~ ~
There’s more than springtime yawning today. I’m trying to catch up from the weekend and am working on my March Madness project. What’s your Monday looking like? ~ ~ ~
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