On Unconditional Love 1How can I learnto love the worldmore deeplybefore I leave it. 2There came a momentwhen I realizedthat every personI encounteredalong the waywas my teacher,and every experiencebecamemy lesson. 3Unconditional Loveis total acceptance,a quiet, powerful presence,an ever living energyarising from a heartthat refuses to close,no matter what. Unconditional Lovereleases anger,fear,and resentment,allowing othersto find their…

I’m thinking of these terms “racism” “homophobia” and worst of all “child sexual abuse” They are all part of the victimism of the vulnerable by the predators in our society.There was once an attitude that girls invite rapists when they wear sparse clothing. I think their clothing does inspire men, but not to rape.Rapists admit…

On Unconditional Love 1 How can I learn to love the world more deeply before I leave it. 2There came a momentwhen I realizedthat every personI encounteredalong the waywas my teacher,and every experiencebecamemy lesson. 3Unconditional Loveis total acceptance,a quiet, powerful presence,an ever living energyarising from a heartthat refuses to close,no matter what. Unconditional Lovereleases anger,fear,and…

Another Old People’s Song (not George & me) Grandma cooks the dinnerWhile Grandpa naps in bedGrandma wakes up GrandpaHe’s needing to be fed Grandpa has a prime ribGrandma just has cerealFalse teeth cannot chew meatBut that does not deter him Grandpa’s gums are tougherThan leather in a bootWith teeth tucked in a pocketHe really looks…

Rockin’ on the toiletRockin’ on the toiletSpend so much timeOn this throne of mineMight as well enjoy itRockin’ on the toilet Rockin’ to the musicRockin’ to the musicIt’s on my telephoneWhen I am all aloneI am free to choose itRockin’ to the music John Fogarty is singingJohn Fogarty is singingHis heart is in his throatAs…

Wild Roses of Spring When the world is on your shouldersAnd your back hunched from the loadWhen your path is often uphillThere’s not a flat spot on the road Then its time to smell the rosesPink petals ‘mongst the greenTheir scent perfumes the woodlandAnd they brighten up the scene Take a moment to enjoy themPink…

The North Country in June (not my story, just attempting to write a woman’s country song) Sitting in the silenceOf my lonely living roomTen o’clock at nightBut there’s still a bit of lightCause its the NorthCountry in June It’s the North country in JuneThough you are far awayI’m wishing you had stayedCause I’ve been feeling…

Day 2: Today’s challenge was to write a poem reflecting upon a childhood memory. It may have been something that influenced my adult life. SOMEONE STOLE THE STRAP “Someone stole the teacher’s strap,”My nine-year-old self interjectsinto a lull in the adultconversation. My parents had company for supper.I have an overwhelming need to tell my storyto…

Wonderful havingCelebration of Life forSomeone still alive Stepped across patch of Spongy green moss, wishing I was barefooted! Earth is in a stateOf potential, just likeA teenaged child Mama deer and babiesLeaving tiny hoofprints allOver the sand dune Our amazing worldLittle and big creaturesMingling together Last hint of sunlightThrough freshly leafed treesTwilight beckons Mouse shaped…

Thanks so much to Laureen (Woolsey) Kosheiff of Fairview, Alberta for organizing this event, held on Saturday May 2 at the Fraser Lake Legion. So many joyful connections and reconnections between family members and longtime friends. And the food was delicious! George’s Bio At the age of 90,  George Woolsey is probably the oldest living…