Remember when this term had nothing to do with social media? I love the idea that spring time is when everyone starts to tingle again. That there is something in the air that makes us want to shave our legs on a regular basis “just in case”. I spontaneously got a manicure and pedicure tonight after work. I feel pretty, and girly, and like I have a bit more bounce than usual. I feel like sweeping off the patio, and buying tulips for my living room. I feel like I’m done with the snow, the gray, the cold, and the…

What have we become when we must take the time to draw little faces using punctuation marks instead of searching for the correct words to convey our meaning and intent? What does it say about us when we must use abbreviations to describe a response, instead of telling someone that we are delighted or amused by what they have just said to us? I am thinking about the way we communicate today. This weekend, I was reminded of how lovely it is to just discover someone while looking into their eyes, watching how the planes of their face change as…

This stopped me in my tracks today, and I had to share it. It was posted on a hydro pole outside of my office. Here’s a close up, which I hope you can read: Imagine being so frustrated with the opposite sex, you had to post a public notice? If you had to write a PSA about your dating frustrations, what would that look like? I’m sure anyone who is reading this blog regularly would be able to draft mine, but here it is, just for the record. Men Stop treating women like they are sub-human An observation about the…

Here is what I am learning about myself; my intuition is never, ever wrong. If there is something about a person that is making me uneasy, all I need to do is close my eyes and I can hear things. I can hear little snippets of the truth, their truth. Their emotional truth. It’s hard to describe, because it comes in impressions. They are quick flashes. Thoughts that occur to me suddenly, but on a deep resonant level I know they are truth. So how do I get into trouble? Reflecting on the last eleven months of my life, I…

I will gather up my memories of you, And with them I will build a tower, Sweet thought upon sweet thought, Until mine is a life of a dream-piler. And in the spreading meadows below my tower, The bees will know your name,And fill the flower with happy nectar, Until the valleys over-brim with ripened thoughts of you. And I will whisper your name to the somber sea, The hushed gray-lipped sea,And it will murmur your name in low pebbled tones. Your liquid name will roll upon ageless shores. And I will sit in the deepening shadow-pool of my tower,…