The Elephant Child by D. Wallace Peach

I am delighted to share the poem, The Elephant Child by D. Wallace Peach. I know you will enjoy hearing Diana’s voice recite this heartwarming tale of courage and resilience. The Elephant Child by D. Wallace Peach An elephant child, carefree and wildWalked into the wintry woodsHe followed fox tails and jackrabbit trailsIgnoring his mother’sContinue reading “The Elephant Child by D. Wallace Peach”

Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold

Welcome to September, the month that leads into the brilliant autumn colours and the warmth of Harvest and Thanksgiving. September has a mellow poignancy that reminds us of the passing of years. Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare brings forth natural metaphors to signify the coming of old age. We move ever forward in our timelineContinue reading “Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold”

On a Road Trip to Squamish

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”―  Lao Tzu A few weeks ago, we attended a long-awaited family wedding, held at the Cheekye Ranch, a Sea to Sky outdoor destination a few miles from Squamish B.C. We were surrounded by pristine coastal forests and unparalleled mountain views.Continue reading “On a Road Trip to Squamish”

Poetry in the Evening with Christina Rossetti

Welcome to Poetry in the Evening. Christina Rossetti’s poem “Up-Hill” is a journey that includes two voices, one with questions and the other giving assuring responses. We overhear a conversation that takes place between a narrator and a guide.    As I recited the poem, I identified with the questions.  How long was the journey?Continue reading “Poetry in the Evening with Christina Rossetti”

Come Walk in a Garden

January 2019, the idea of a starting a podcast came to me when I was scanning the news over morning coffee. Ideas are strange things for they come out of nothingness, energizing thoughts into patterns that coalesce into something that appears to have been a natural occurrence. Serendipity seems to be waiting on the sidelinesContinue reading “Come Walk in a Garden”

Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay

This morning, I explored the origins of poetry. Poetry was first heard through voice, rather than read from the pages of a book. It was an oral tradition. Poetry was the record-keeper of human experience, knowledge, and belief systems. As language developed, storytellers traveled from place to place reciting stories and collecting new legends andContinue reading “Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay”