To get To you

It’s been a sad week and a day. First Jeff Beck, now David Crosby. Holly has done a moving tribute to Crosby with her beautiful words. Her post prior was a tribute to Beck. Thank you, dear Holly!

House of Heart

The sun is slipping down the horizon. An echelon of wild geese gather above.I follow grey wings into the storm.

My arms are branches of trees and you are
my nourishment, 
cut me down to a boat.
My spine a sturdy keel , my hair
unfurled sails.   A distant lighthouse
my only lamp for you hold the stars
in your hand.
If my  sails are cast into a cleft too
deep for me to cross
I was trying to get to you. 

rip David Crosby 

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Tada! Announcing my #NewRelease – Fifteen First Times – Memoir – #Booklaunch

This book sounds fabulous! Way to go Debby!

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I am thrilled to announce the release of my latest book – Fifteen First Times, Beginnings: A Collection of Indelible Firsts. The book is now live on Amazon and the paperback will follow.

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Blurb:

This book is a collection of stories about some of Kaye’s first-time experiences with life’s most natural events. Told through the intimate conversational writing we’ve come to know from this author, poignant personal steppingstones to learning moments are revealed. She encompasses the heart of each matter with sincerity and sprinkled inflections of humor.

From first kiss to first car to walking in the desert with four-inch heels, Kaye’s short coming-of-age stories take us through her awakenings and important moments of growth, often without warning. Some good and some not, life lessonsarelearned through trial and error,winging it, and navigating by the seat of her pants.

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The Foothills

A celebration of winter’s spirits shared beautifully by Holly. ❄️

House of Heart

Pristine winter

breathes her breath

over rolling hills,

across icy rivers,

whispers through forests.

Caribou footfalls sink

into snow smothered valleys.

I sense the loneliness, the silence

of ancient souls.

Can they feel my presence

beneath their frozen sky.

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It’s a Dog’s Life

Good ARFternoon! As a monocle wearing dog, I look much smarter than other dogs.

However, looks and brains  aren’t everything. Heart is also most important.

So, my pals & I are here to tell you about three people and 53 shelter dogs that survived a plane crash.

We found this important information on John Howell’s Good News Friday Post

No dogs jump over the moon, in the post.

SPOILER ALERT

However. you will be over the moon when you read how some of the dogs got adopted by their rescuers.

Thank you for the Good News, John!

I feel like pawing out cigars to celebrate, but I can’t seem to get off the fence about the whole smoking thing. I assure you, I don’t inhale!

Pics taken by Resa – 2018 – 2022

Toronto, Canada

Assorted Artists including:

Birdo, Mr. Tensoe 2, Cash Akoza, Nick Sweetman

A FEW DOGGIE RERUNS

The Book

A bittersweet piece from one of my favourite poets. It’s a beautiful blue.

Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings

The Book

“To Mark Let the poetic sound of moons and stars invade your night thoughts to give you sweet dreams always for in your dreams lies the happiness you truly want. hope you enjoy the book Michelle”
–Message written on the flyleaf of a book

I saw the book–
its dustcover the azure
of the Mediterranean—
beckoning as the clear water did us,
and amid packing—
books, your books, your things–
I opened it, and remembered
how we were, lithe in the limpid blue,
then later reading this book, a gift,
you as bright as Keats’ star,
aware your blaze would soon be extinguished.

I rose with creaking knees
from the sea of boxes,
set the tear-dampened book
aside to keep, sensing your presence
like a nightlight in the next room
leaving a glow under the door,
and I thought I heard you say,
sweet dreams always, my love…

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Cat on a Book

I saw this from across the street. I shouted, “it’s a cat! People stared.

I dedicate this post to some of the many cats  I’ve met on WordPress. If you click on their name, you will go to their mom or dad’s blog.

Emily & Bagheera

Spunkie Poo 💋, Sasha, Silver, Marble, Loki, Glenda & Gwendolyn

Ricky & Misty

Ava & Chloe (my niece Sherrie’s cats – no link)

Pretty Kitty & Nigel

Thought I’d show the part around the small corner.

Pics taken by Resa – November 7, 2022

Toronto, Canada

The artists:

Dudeman does the skulls. If these aren’t his skulls, he is being plagiarized.

The cat could be Bacon. He’ does beautiful cats, and he and Dudeman had a mural on this same fence. I think they painted over it.

OMG! There’s a spirit coming out of the mural!