Mental Meandering on Life and Writing by Carol J. Garvin (aka Careann)
Many of us love renewing our homes (ahem…yes, guilty). Most love shopping to refresh wardrobes (meh…not so much). Some love travelling to discover new locales (hmmm…it depends on the locale). Too few of us take time out to renew, refresh or discover ourselves. It could be as simple as snatching ten minutes to sip teaContinue reading “Time Out for Renewal”
A reprise from 2009. I hope you don’t mind. ~ I’ve been thinking. What I write here varies with my mood, but the two topics that most often turn up in this blog are my novel writing and my locale. If you were a fly on the wall here, you’d understand why that’s so. InContinue reading “Thoughts on not much of anything…”
Halloween buzzed by in the blink of an eye, and suddenly it’s November. We had some gorgeous fall colours happening until a windstorm whipped through and removed many of the brighter leaves. Now the first snowfall is waiting in the wings for tonight, suggesting autumn is going to be a short, sweet season. I’m sadContinue reading “Yes, it’s November”
The phrase, “a room of one’s own” is forever linked to feminist author Virginia Woolf (1882-1941), as the title of her famous 1929 essay, but it has been adopted by many of us who long for a space specifically designed to meet our personal taste and needs. I thought of that this morning while readingContinue reading “Private Spaces”
‘Tis past! No more the summer blooms Ascending in the rear, Behold congenial autumn comes, The Sabbath of the year!* ~ ~ ~ *A visit to the Country in Autumn by Scottish poet John Logan (1747–88)
“Don’t ever open by writing about the weather,” the workshop instructor warned. “It’s deadly.” Well, yes, I get that talking about the weather has been overdone. It’s a cliche. But these days it’s all I can think about. This is British Columbia’s west coast — what we locals often call BC’s rainforest — and yetContinue reading “A Strange Start to September”
Nothing speeds up the heart rate like hearing someone shout, “Fire”! It instantly generates visions of an out-of-control blaze, and right now there are several of them burning in our province. Forest fires aren’t anything new here. Every summer lightning and human carelessness cause many hectares of land, trees and property to be destroyed. There areContinue reading “Fire!!!”
Our instinct is to push back. Unfortunately, our energy level can’t keep pace with either the instinct or the desire, so year-by-year the wildness surrounding our rural home has encroached on the lawn and gardens. It’s a tapestry of textures, weeds and wildflowers amid original plantings. At one time I’d be stressed about not beingContinue reading “Gardening and Writing au naturel”
I’m sure many of us have admired Currier and Ives Christmas card scenes — picturesque drifts of snow, frosty wreaths on doors and gates glistening under a dusting of fresh powder, shoppers bustling along sidewalks, smiling and greeting each other. Maybe the spire of a country church is outlined against a brilliant winter sky. Or a farmhouse nestles into a standContinue reading ““Snowmaggedon” 2017″
Bit by bit we’re emerging. Snow is receding and the grass is becoming visible. At the same time, I’m emerging from my germ-infested fog. I’ve had this winter’s common complaint — a cold/flu/whatever-it-is bug that has kept me inactive since before New Year’s. I’m tired of it — the bug and the snow — butContinue reading “Enduring Winter’s Blahs”
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