Driving to the hospital this evening, the road is very busy. It’s after 8:30pm on a Sunday and I am driving on St. James main road. People are liming, criss-crossing through traffic to cross the road, their hot packaged food in their hands as they make their way to their cars. Bright Lights. Music. Dancing. Action. The energy is vibrant. Life is happening. People are busy, happy and active. Nothing has stopped. And I am driving. Driving to the hospital. It reminds me of 8

I’ve been dreaming of the ocean. Floating, swimming, letting my head be submerged in the cool water. Emerging from the sea with my hair dripping wet. Happily plopping down on a sun warmed cushy towel, salt slightly burning my smiling eyes. Someone hands me a slice of watermelon and asks if I want an aloo pie. I sigh, contentedly. Yes, please. With all the fixings. I chomp into the watermelon It’s sweet, juicy, cold. I smile and sigh, contentedly. Not too much of the sauce, I

It’s September 1st (how did we get here so quickly?) and it’s time for my blog every day challenge! This is the 4th year I am doing this challenge of blogging for a month straight, and the impetus of doing the challenge this month came earlier today because of a video I keep thinking about. I was in the garden cutting flowers for my office, and a phrase from the video I saw recently kept swirling in my mind. “Painter’s paint.” An artist was saying that during university he w

This evening, I went looking for a writing prompt and stumbled across a few that caught my attention. One that stood out was the Word...