RAINED

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Rain thicken the skies, shapes the landscape

 

Heavy rain wet the forest, dances in streams,

bending bilberry shrubs placed upon mossed stones

while running rills near here on through the thicket

 

Stumbling roots ― Diverting wounds

 

There!, Sunbeamembraced wild trees

hidden mountainwreathed wasteland

strengthens what memories miraged:

 

Strangely Reality have been branched

 

 

There lye an arrow in the rain, shot,

brought, stuck into a forsaken heart

 

Sent silenced, bittered and lived

 

Stopped.

 

Rained in sea

RAINED

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view from my hammock

view from my hammock.

view from my hammock

Up above me

Is tree and sky.

Beneath me

Thick orange

striped fabric cradles me.

A slight wind

Is moving the thin brown

Limbs of the cedar tree.

I feel drowsy with sleep.

The lullaby of evening birds

And the gentle rocking of the hammock

Makes me think of

My first summer

In my mother’s arms.

-J.  Hamilton

the sweet life of cupcakes

the sweet life of cupcakes.

the sweet life of cupcakes

 

Growing up, I was always mesmerized by the homemade chocolate cupcakes made by mothers and grandmothers at bake sales. I loved the thick layer of vanilla or chocolate icing on top. Sometimes some of those deliciously sweet cupcakes were covered in a heap of sprinkles and I would love to pick them off and eat them while savoring the sugary taste. The icing was next. Followed by the crumbly mini cake.

I still have a weakness for cupcakes.  I still admire the parents who take time to bake them in time for school fundraisers or birthday parties. I am not an avid baker though, and my body rebels when I consume gluten. But lucky for me, I have discovered an incredible local bakery that sells gluten free cupcakes.  Every time I visit Kelly’s Bakery, I feel like a child again. It takes me a lot of time to decide on the right one. Vanilla bean, chocolate, mint chocolate,  caramel or red velvet. Birthday cake, my daughter’s favourite.  And the mile high cupcake brownie my son always chooses. It is great to indulge once in a while. To sit on a tall white stool that faces the core of the city with a cupcake on my plate. Chocolate mint.

 

 

Windcatcher

Windcatcher.

Windcatcher

The summer wind

moves through

the heavy

midnight black

windcatcher.

I want to lay

down in the hammock

that hangs beneath

the magestic

cedar

and listen

to its bells

rustling with the wind.

If I close my eyes

I will think of

exuberant voices

– late mornings,

and warmth.

The kind of warmth

that settles deep inside you

every time

the bells chime-

an act of never forgetting

and relishing

in the unforgotten. -J. Hamilton

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

becoming you

becoming you.

becoming you

It takes strength to be weak

to let things unfurl

around you.

To not be afraid to be vulnerable

but rather

to embrace it

because to feel everything

is a gift

that allows you to grow into who you

are becoming.

I am proud of

you when the sun lights your eyes

with its pure radiance

and your happiness

seeps through you.

I am also proud of you

in your most fragile moments. -J. Hamilton

 

 

truth is alive in your silent beauty