A gypsy scribbler's musings & ruminations
A while back, I wrote a post describing Time as the graph on which we map the trajectory of all action. It isn't the force or the line, only the measure. Not the body or the motion, only the medium. Not the actor or the play, only the stage. An ever changing stage. A river.... Continue Reading →
The little tidbit below is something I wrote back in June of 2012. I was, at the time, in the tight grip of depression. Lots has happened since then and that grip has lost its hold. Though I still have normal ups and downs, I do not wrestle that beast any more. So why do... Continue Reading →
A long while back, a friend mentioned in passing that he hoped he would fall in love. Though the conversation was an interesting one, what struck me then (oddly) was the least remarkable phrase: "fall in love." Why do we talk of "falling" into love? Is love a trap that catches you unaware? A deep... Continue Reading →
Last week, I sprang a performance on my students. More than that ... I taught them a completely new song ... a cappella ... in Xhosa ... the day before they had to sing it ... for the whole middle and high school. I'm not sharing this because I'm proud of this last-minute approach to... Continue Reading →
I've always loved the game of Hidden Pictures: that corner of the Highlights kids' magazine where you stare at two nearly identical pictures and try to spot all the differences between them. Stained glass is a little like that game - there's always more to see than just the picture. There is the picture of... Continue Reading →
APRIL: So from now until September, I go on living … and healing … and waiting. MAY: Healing. Shoulder still feels so strange. Out of place. The bones don't line up right. Can't pick up a teapot. Physiotherapist switches from massage to electro-shock therapy. You should see a neurologist. Muscle wastage. Shoulder blade slipping to... Continue Reading →
My garden and I both got a manicure this morning. The plants got a new compost dressing and I got new nails. I call it the "Fresh Tip" mani. (See what I did there?) This is the first home I have lived in as an adult where I have had any garden space bigger than... Continue Reading →
At the start of October, a lone sniper opened fire on a crowd in Las Vegas, Nevada. At the beginning of November, a shooter entered a church in Texas and opened fire on the congregation. Both of these happened as I was in the middle of my post-op, healing journey. Though not special in the... Continue Reading →
“Hey there! How are you?” Charlotte welcomed me into the office. It was the day before school let out for the holiday and I was there to wrap up loose ends. “Hi! I’m doing well, thanks. Much better than a couple weeks ago. The kidney stone made for a rough two weeks. And how are... Continue Reading →
The two girls could not look at each other anymore. Their faces were flushed and their eyes full of angry tears. One stood facing me with her arms crossed and foot thrust forward. The other stood with slumped shoulders, clutching her elbow and shifting her weight side to side as she looked through the window... Continue Reading →
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