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Small children sit
waiting to see themselves onscreen
An exploration in faith
A storyteller narrates
Words and pictures, interactive dioramas
Exploring another's faith
Leaders welcome in
curious strangers eager to learn and grow
In exploring faith
dragging us from our 'should's into action
An exploration in faith
inspired by Surrey Neighbouring Faiths Program
A train ride downtown
In the warm sunlight
I sit and watch her playtime
Pink blossoms drip from our front cherry tree
Endless wetness pulling down blushing buds
Rivers of debris slosh along the curbs
Pooling at the drain grate in suburban
Lakes ripe for five year old galoshes
April is National (or International, really) Poetry Writing month. It provides me with a good push to write something everyday.
Vita was a pleasant conversationalist; subtle in both mind and movement. Quite the opposite of his slave. I went to look in on Diamantina after Vita had departed, both she and Cloelie lay naked, exhausted, and sweating in the crumpled bed clothes of the largest room, save mine.
“Go,” I said, “wash. Vita will be coming again tomorrow, and if he brings Fabricius again you will have to find some way to entertain him that won’t make you sleep the day away. I need you two alert in the daylight.”
Though, apparently there's some co-housing magazine I should be reading. Guess I'll just have to visit Yarrow more.
It's been awhile, hey? Bet you thought I forgot about this place. Bet you thought I gave up.
Ha! Not that easy.
Ya, I got drained out, and a bunch of life happened (including a bouncing baby boy last September) so the whole 'squeeze in a moment for me' thing has been a bit short. But right now Hubby and the kids are downstairs playing PS2, so I'm sneaking.
So, there's sort of been an unofficial hiatus since, uh, May. I managed to get something up for May and June, but didn't have any luck in July.
Now I am going to officially declare hiatus (though, oddly, today I feel like writing something).
Why? Because any time now - or the end of this month - I am going to have baby #2 and will therefore be kind of busy. Hopefully I'll be able to do stuff sporadically once I get used to things, but that will depend on the new one's temperament, and how #1 reacts once #2 is actually here.
There was a round of hugging, followed by Mark silently smiling as he shoveled oatmeal down. Czajka and Parker chatted with Jonah getting all the particulars out of the way.
“At the post-Equinox market, then?” Jonah confirmed. “We’ll bring him along with the rest of the trade goods.” There was a grin plastered across his face as he said it, and Mark rolled his eyes with the wisdom of a son.
Parker looked at Czajka who shrugged, then nodded. “’Sabout right,” Czajka said. “A bit early, but better that than being snowed in.”
He came precisely when Fabricius said. It was fortunate I awoke early that evening, for it meant I was truly ready for his arrival. Bathed, scented, and dressed in a deep red stola that showed only the tops of my breasts, this time.