Lara’s Theme

James Last (1929-2015) was another fixture in my childhood home. Last, who led the James Last Band and James Last Orchestra and worked up until the year of his death, was a favourite of my late father. Dad died in January 2001 and there were many times over the years when wished I could callContinue reading “Lara’s Theme”

Summer 2

Gratitude. For life. For love. For everything. Yes, everything. I learned about three years ago, through Jeffrey Duvall, a beautiful, soulful, kind and generous spiritual guide and very dear friend I’ve known since 2008, of the immutable connection between grief and gratitude. And, how receiving all the sorrowful experiences of our lives helps us to moveContinue reading “Summer 2”

On the Sea

It’s Friday, September 11, the last day of what’s been for many a challenging first week back in school in Canada. It’s also a day when the world remembers the deaths and other losses suffered in terrorist attacks on the United States 19 years ago. The commonality is life and death, the sometimes thin veilContinue reading “On the Sea”

What the World Needs Now Is Love

After the last two days’ posts, I gravitated toward posting something by Burt Bacharach today. First, it was a track from Painted from Memory, his 1998 collaboration with Elvis Costello (which Sweety and I also listened to with our Brightman/Stewart/Lauper friends… we have been very tight with them for years, and after the husband’s passingContinue reading “What the World Needs Now Is Love”

La Lune

Mid-October, 2000. We were months past the dreaded Y2K changeover from 1999 to 2000. I was into the second year of my first government job, taking on new tasks and roles, trying to earn permanent placement, which wouldn’t happen for nearly two more years, and not long before a new, enticing and permanent position cameContinue reading “La Lune”

In My Place

Sweety and I were married on a Saturday; it was July 25, 2009. It wasn’t quite as hot as today will be. It was a perfect, non-humid 25°C (77°F).  We had a small wedding, which was initially going to be at the home of friends. As the date drew nearer, Sweety’s mom was having challengesContinue reading “In My Place”

Thank U

Today I was looking for a song about gratitude, and when I thought about it, Alanis Morissette’s “Thank U,” from her 1998 album, Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie was ideal. Let me tell you why.  I’ve mentioned before that a few years ago, my mum died. Months after, I took part in a retreat themed onContinue reading “Thank U”

Ultramarine

Today, I’m feeling a little low on energy. I’ve been cycling in the high heat and humidity, so am taking a couple of days off. It also has been an emotional day, attending the COVID-socially-distanced, outdoor interment service for our dear friend’s mother; she was a delightful, vibrant and kind soul who was taken tooContinue reading “Ultramarine”

American Tune

Today, on July the 4th, I’ve been thinking of dear friends and family living in America. Like Canada’s national holiday a few days ago, it is a day of pride in one’s nation and celebrating the vast and beautiful countries we live in. But it’s also a reminder of what European settlement here has costContinue reading “American Tune”

Sailing

Sweety and I have seen Rod Stewart in concert in Winnipeg, Canada, three times, and thoroughly enjoyed seeing him each time. We saw him once with my mum, and twice with dear friends — once in the tenth row at what’s now called Bell MTS Place. This was a couple I have talked about before,Continue reading “Sailing”

I Look to You

I remember when Whitney Houston first broke onto the mainstream pop music scene in 1985 with her soaring vocals and spunky numbers like “I Wanna Dance With Somebody” (the video for which features the same trademark grin that appears on the cover of her second album, Whitney). I’ve always enjoyed her music, the gifts sheContinue reading “I Look to You”

When I Come Home

I paused the blog yesterday out of respect for the music industry’s Blackout Tuesday movement. It was a day of action, not without its complications and controversy as there were varying opinions on what people should or should not post or hashtag. In the end, I did what felt right in my heart, to showContinue reading “When I Come Home”

Let It Go

Today, I drove to a local bookseller to pick up two poetry books I bought online for Sweety, for Mothers’ Day. Yeah. They were in the city when I ordered them ten days or so in advance. But whatever; we lived… just hungering for poetry… anyway, she loved them. Mary Oliver and Maya Angelou. TheContinue reading “Let It Go”

Adagio in “G”

This week I took another trip out to Birds Hill Park to ride my bike around the perimeter roadway. The park is officially open now, and as it is the May Long Weekend, the campground is open, and many camper-trailers were being hauled in. I stood half an hour in a physically-distanced line at theContinue reading “Adagio in “G””

Homeward Angel

When Sweety and I returned home the night of my retirement party, April 20, 2017, I was filled up to overflowing with gratitude for the loving sendoff my administrative staff had arranged for us, and the way everyone there made me feel special. An older brother and his partner had come to pick us upContinue reading “Homeward Angel”

Goodnight, California

I’m not sure why but I often confuse Kathleen Edwards with Sarah Slean. I suppose there are some similarities in their styles, though their voices are quite different. Maybe it’s because they are both highly successful singer-songwriters who come from Canada.  Or, maybe it’s because like Slean’s album, The Baroness (discussed in my post onContinue reading “Goodnight, California”

This Woman’s Work

Today’s post is in a different part of the same room from — though walking toward a teary embrace with — this post on Peter Gabriel’s evocative cover of “Flume,” in terms of its deeply emotional portrayal of and connection with life, love and loss from the perspective of the life-giving mother. If you’ve beenContinue reading “This Woman’s Work”

The Rose

When dear friends of ours lived on a farm property on the outskirts of a small community called Erickson, near Manitoba’s Riding Mountain National Park, starting in the later 2000s, we often (though not often enough) drove out to visit and stay with them for weekends. We even had our own room on the secondContinue reading “The Rose”