Delight-Filled Leaves Art
This summer we vacationed at my childhood farm in Southwestern Ontario, along the shore of Lake Erie and nestled in by a hedge of field corn, overgrowth, humidity, and the intense, throbbing hum of cicadas and crickets. People are often … Continued
“Slowly, slowly they return/ To the small woodland let alone:/ Great trees, outspreading and upright,/ Apostles of the living light.// Patient as start, they build in air/ Tier after tier a timbered choir,/ Stout beams upholding weightless grace/ Of song, … Continued
Tonight as I came down (finally) from my children’s rooms where they are both peacefully dreaming, I came across a few pastel sketches I did in 1999 while working for Ontario Parks (below) – when we went on a training … Continued
“Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‘The Spirit is a garden,’ said he” — Victor Hugo (Les … Continued
How I Spent Labour Day by Donald E. Duck (my grandfather, written c. 1931). [Helene was his older sister, my great aunt.] On Monday morning I started to make a flower bed of my own. I had to dig sods … Continued
Went to see a play, “Tales of an Urban Indian” on Friday, and I still haven’t processed it enough to be able to write my reactions. Actually, I find that I am always very moved by theatre but cannot verbally … Continued
Very interesting dialogue tonight at the writing class. The teacher is a rhetoritician, but also a neuroscientist. She has done a lot of studies on the activity of the brain during the writing process. So during the drafting stage, some … Continued
What I’ve been learning in my writing class is quite fascinating – all about the writing process. Most of us were trained in the current-traditional rhetorical style, which focuses on correctness and form above all else. The process spends about … Continued
