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These landscapes of the Kawarthas—quiet, resilient, and full of memory—have found a home in many hearts.

BeyondI used to believeevery path led somewhereevery questiondeserved an answerthen I watcheda single line of certaintyd...
05/30/2026

Beyond

I used to believe
every path led somewhere

every question
deserved an answer

then I watched
a single line of certainty

disappear
into the unknown

without resistance
without witness
without return

and for the first time
I wondered

if peace begins
where understanding ends

mother’s day...and morning arriveswithout askingmist risinglike someonestill neartrees holding stillnessthe way grief do...
05/10/2026

mother’s day...
and morning arrives
without asking

mist rising
like someone
still near

trees holding stillness
the way grief does
quiet
rooted

everyone says
she is gone
but she isn’t
not all at once

in the warmth on water
in light
that still finds you

love does not leave
all at once
it lingers
like mist
before the world wakes

Orbitsoft morning—the world not yet decidedthe moon lingerslike it forgot someonetrees blur into breathedges loosenI sta...
04/10/2026

Orbit

soft morning—
the world not yet decided

the moon lingers
like it forgot someone

trees blur into breath
edges loosen

I stand between
what stays
and what slips

one foot in warmth
one in the quiet pull

nothing asks me to choose

just to witness—

how gently
everything leaves
while still
appearing to remain

A rupture.Splits under pressure—weight of passing lives,everything that doesn’t stop.The ground remembers.Jagged edges —...
04/04/2026

A rupture.
Splits under pressure—
weight of passing lives,
everything that doesn’t stop.

The ground remembers.
Jagged edges —
not hidden,
but forced open,
exposed to light.

What broke,
Settled.
Shifted.
Found shape in the aftermath.

Resilient.

AltarI come herewhen it achesI lay it downgriefmemorythe land takes the sharpnessbit by bitand I leavea little less burd...
03/25/2026

Altar

I come here
when it aches

I lay it down
grief
memory

the land takes the sharpness
bit by bit

and I leave
a little less burdened
where I begin again

The road keeps movingwhile I stand here, behind bars I builtfrom breath, bone, and mistake.Cars pass,like time that forg...
03/09/2026

The road keeps moving
while I stand here, behind bars I built
from breath, bone, and mistake.

Cars pass,
like time that forgot my name,
their engines humming
a life that no longer waits.

Snow gathers at the threshold.
The world does not look back.

And I remain, keeper of this narrow cell,
watching motion
from the stillness I became.

On International Women's Day, I think about women as anchors. Fierce without noise. Focused without apology. Holding fam...
03/08/2026

On International Women's Day, I think about women as anchors.

Fierce without noise.
Focused without apology.

Holding families, businesses, movements, and communities steady while still building their own futures.

We are not fragile.
We are structural.

Rooted in the wind.
Leaning towards the light.
Growing together.
Unbent and undeniable.

Strong. Clear. Unstoppable.

The landscapes have been my altars.When everything in my life has shifted. Cracked open, fallen away, begun again. I’ve ...
03/03/2026

The landscapes have been my altars.

When everything in my life has shifted. Cracked open, fallen away, begun again. I’ve gone to the water, the fields, the edge of the trees.

Not to escape.
To lay it down.

Grief.
Becoming.
The quiet courage of starting over.

The horizon holds what I cannot yet name.
The wind takes what I no longer need.
The earth steadies me when my footing feels unsure.

Nature doesn’t rush the transformation.
It just witnesses it.

And somehow, that has always been enough.

A torrent Valentine,When the heart refuses restraint.Air turns electric.Silence swells.Desire presses against the skyunt...
02/14/2026

A torrent Valentine,
When the heart refuses restraint.

Air turns electric.
Silence swells.

Desire presses against the sky
until something breaks.

💕

Think of meIn the quiet hoursWhen sky and world pauseNot loud, not sharpAn ache waiting for a knockThat may never comeYo...
02/11/2026

Think of me
In the quiet hours
When sky and world pause

Not loud, not sharp
An ache waiting for a knock
That may never come

You don’t have to return
Only remember

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