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”
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Butterfly Laughter
Summer gardens, butterflies and sunshine bring back memories of childhood. Today, I have walked through a Vancouver urban garden with Katherine Mansfield and heard her poetic words recalling scenes from her childhood. Thank you for enjoying a summer afternoon with me and Katherine Mansfield. Butterfly Laughter In the middle of our porridge platesThere was aContinue reading “Butterfly Laughter”
The Drowsy World Dreams On
Welcome to Sunday Evening Reflection. Tonight I want to introduce the poet, Walter Everette Hawkins, who was born around 1888 in North Carolina. He is the author of Chords and Discords (The Gorham Press, 1920). While his career was as a mail clerk in the post office of the City of Washington, he is known and rememberedContinue reading “The Drowsy World Dreams On”
Walking in Nature with Myra Viola Wilds
This past week, I discovered the poet, Myra Viola Wilds, when her poem “Thoughts” came flying into my inbox. This is the poem that came to me as I walked a forest path on Burnaby Mountain. I find that walking in nature is a form of meditation that encourages reflection. It is a time forContinue reading “Walking in Nature with Myra Viola Wilds”
Voices of The Air at the Abkhazi Garden
“Their garden became the focus of their own artistic creativity. Working with a magnificent site, they chose to explore its possibilities; not be stifled by its limitations… Later in life Peggy would admit that “the garden became our child.” The Land Conservancy The Abkhazi Garden is known as The Garden that Love Built. The storyContinue reading “Voices of The Air at the Abkhazi Garden”
Recuerdo by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Vancouver has two water taxi companies that run up and down False Creek, cross-crossing each other with graceful ease. The pilots seem to have a special language that only they know. From Hornsby Street and Granville Island to Spyglass Place and the Plaza of Nations, these taxis carry visitors from across the world, as wellContinue reading “Recuerdo by Edna St. Vincent Millay”
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