Category: Blogs

Many of my blog posts are published on Shine A Light On Life, including the series in my Sampler. I also regularly blog on Tumblr, Facebook, and Twitter, mainly about events local to me.

Poetry From A Railway Car

Robert Louis Stevenson in 1885 wrote, in ‘A Child’s Garden of Verses.’ :

From a Railway Carriage
‘Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches…

Canada Road: the Trees

From a kayak or even swimming in the lake looking back you can see that the land is all trees.  ..not used to seeing trees next to water, but not this is a land of blue water and green, a land of trees.

Bude, Cornwall in Winter

The wind is everywhere and the sky is over and above and the turf under your feet on the headland is springy. From here, there is a flag pole, and monument that tells you how far it is to the nearest land, and where. It is North America with thousands of miles of sea between. There is the fullness and the emptiness.

Its’ beauty just goes on and on and the world and any cares no longer exist and there is just this beauty and then not even that, just infinity and peace.

Canada Road 5

… saw white lightning strike the lake at the horizon straight from the thunder clouds!…

Canada Road 4

we visited the Mall to do our shopping and there was acres and acres of stuff. I cannot believe the size of the shop and even the size of the vegetables, big. And so many of my old favourites like Bran Muffins, Corn Bread and Blueberry pancakes with maple syrup.

Canada Road 3

…Point Clark Lighthouse, after driving on the Main 21 Bluewater Highway, between miles and miles of green fields with crops like corn and potatoes. The Lighthouse had a museum set in the windy point. The museum documents he story of the generations of Lighthouse Keepers and their families, illustrated with old photographs.

Canada Road 2

Earlier the sun was crystal clear on the water, silver to the shore and clear. And I thought, it will be a great sunset tonight, I must go out and see it set.

Then next time I turned around, the sun had disappeared completely under a blanket of soft mist so that there was no sun, no sliver of moon, no horizon, or lake, just a sort of softness out there ….

Canada Road 1

…the long drive through Canadian country to get to the shores of Lake Huron and the sweetest cottage built of wood roof, floor, and walls. It’s like living in a forest and breathing wood.

We watch the sunsets at night.