One need not be a Chamber – to be Haunted –
one need not be a House –
The brain has Corridors – surpassing
Material Place –
Ourself behind ourself, concealed ‘
Should startle most –
Assassin hid in our apartment
Be Horror’s least.
– Emily Dickinson
I am holding my niece in her Halloween costume.
I am thankful for my little butterfly.
(See above photo.)
She has gotten her first few teeth.
No more is her favourite thing, chewing on my fingers, no longer is this such a harmless distraction.
I am thankful I am a print published author.
ISSUE 4: WINTER 2017 – MisadventuresMag
I have previously been printed in an anthology, but this time I was paid. Last time it was for charity.
I just heard it is going to be available in Barnes & Noble stores and so I will be off on a hunt to find it.
It may not be my own book, but I am excited to discover it’s a magazine that a bookstore carries.
I am thankful for the parcel arriving in my mailbox.
This package contained four copies of the magazine and my cheque.
Not bad, compared to in the past.
I am thankful I could share my news and book with someone, a friend, over a latte.
I was a few minutes late for meeting her. I was late because I just found the parcel in my mail and so I hope she understood.
She was happy to receive one of my four copies of the mag.
I am thankful for more stretching and meditating.
I am thankful for extra writing group time, in a new location, for November’s National Novel Writing Month month.
It has been arranged, in addition to meeting in the library twice a month, that we writers who are attempting NaNoWriMo can use a room in Woodstock Museum, every Saturday, for two hours for the entire month.
This feels like an extended writer’s group, but I don’t read and I get to bring my laptop.
Sometimes there are even snacks.
I am thankful for my loved ones being free from war.
I feel a lot of mixed feelings when a day to remember, like November 11th comes along, and really any time. War is not as simple as bravery and heroism.
But I am heartbroken to hear there is violence that will not rest, in any part of the world. I am glad my nieces and nephews don’t have to grow up around such traumas and horrors, but being aware of it all sometimes weighs me down.
That’s precisely what the above stretches and meditation are needed for. They lift me up.
I am thankful for some good food, especially the bread buns, to support a worthy cause.
I am no athlete, but I think it’s pretty cool what she’s attempting to accomplish. Unfortunately, it always takes money.
The Paralympics (Special Olympics as some like to call it) is, I guess needed, but it is still a neat thing, so important, to show the world that people with disabilities can and do participate in sports too.
She held a fundraiser and I just couldn’t get enough of the bread buns.
My brother and his friend won door prizes.
I wish her luck in reaching such an excellent athletic goal.
I am thankful for a piece that was just published, after several months since its original acceptance.
As Canada enters its next 150 years, I wanted too start off telling the story of a place I will forever love and about the vastness of our country.
I wanted to start off on the right foot and hopefully the next period of Canada can be better.
I am thankful a movie I couldn’t find in theatres is now playing nearby.
I hope to see it soon and will give a review of it when I do.
Before I go…are you aware of the Japanese concept of ma by any chance?
Well, I wasn’t either, until a few days ago. I don’t feel I have quite grasped its meaning, but it feels important to me. It feels meaningful to my life somehow.
“it’s the presence of absence, the gap where the moonlight sifts through.
TheDark Feels Different in November – The Paris Review
It’s the hollow where ghosts gather, the pause in conversation.”