When I think of community, I think of unity. The idea of people coming together, Groups able to gather. Strangers, friends and families, Together to form forever memories. Born and raised a ‘sevvie’, I am surrounded by a community. From sabbath school to church lunches, I’m not alone in the trenches. Though tough moments come…
In the midst of it. Rain dripping off the roof. Birds singing in the yard. Thoughts racing to and fro. Minutes ticking into hours. In the midst of it. Words fading into distant memories, voices falling into echoes. Stillness settling in, in the midst of it, arms seem to enfold in the aching, in the…
wandering through the aftermath. charred and broken all glimpses of colour lost, turned to ashes. silence. what once was. full of life has been silenced. voices crumbled and swept away. the sky is lined with posts. trunks that continue to stretch upward, to the light. The light, flooding into the darkest places. illuminating the ashes.…
Hope. A word that gives us life, One that helps us when we’re in strife. It inspires beliefs and dreams, An emotion that should reign supreme. Yet, we can find it so difficult to hope, It’s so much easier to mope. In a year that may be hurtful, I hope we can learn to be…
hearing the pitter-patter in the quiet of the morning. seeing the little furry face pop around the corner, just to check on you. all the little things we take for granted. knowing that someone is always. beside you. just wanting to be near. hoping for a crumb of food or a lazy pat. all the…
I’m tired and tried and feeble and through, I need to sleep, at least twelve hours are due. When a new morning dawns, I sigh, reluctant to start my day. Will today be dismal? Will it at least be okay? I gradually clothe myself, one arm and one leg at a time, but as usual,…
‘Do not worry about tomorrow.‘ Although the words have clanged in my ears a thousand times To where they’ve become an empty cliché Rolling around inside my mind And the last twenty-one years of my life Has carved them indelibly on my brain. Somehow they got lost, took the wrong vein On the way to…
Why must life be so complicated? Why must it be so overdone? We’re addicted to the drama And lose sight of the fun It hurts to be in two minds To have no sense of clarity The struggle becomes unbearable And seems to only end in tragedy We imagine all the possibilities The many ways…
Defined as the capacity to recover quickly Perhaps it comes naturally Or it develops with experience Either way, it’s a necessity for existence When a pandemic hits our planet Leaving us with the feeling of defeat Nothing to do but socially distance Running low on endurance, Doing your best to be resilient Resilience becomes…
We make choices everyday. Some big, others small. What to eat, where to go, how to live. What to do. In amongst all the choices. We live, compiling memories and moments. Dreaming, adventuring, hoping, working. We encounter setbacks. along the way, moments where all our, choices collide. In them we have the opportunity to stand…