Odd sort of day:
I read for a while upon waking (new author recommended by Indian/Sri Lankan client Asha Phillips); went for a post-church walk in the spring snow--blustery one moment; blue skies the next (took my camera along); worked for a few hours (editing) before my usual Sunday afternoon nap; caught up on some correspondence (to my mom-in-law and a few other friends); wrote a poem called "audience of one" (just for me, but shared it anyway); spoke to a BC friend; worked some more.
Now 'tis time for supper and a relaxing eve. (Mainly R needs a tax break. Don't we all?)
Northern Lights Southern Cross is a Canadian immigrant’s journal. My spouse and I have been living in Alberta for twelve years now, and this rugged landscape has become our home. These entries describe our journey through the days...our random thoughts, our lofty dreams, our faltering steps, our bright hopes. Please join us for a brief sojourn or an entire season.
No comments:
Post a Comment