Yesterday - in the proper font

That was long before sitting in the backseat of a car made me nauseous.
When the crisp air of a star-filled night stirred excitement instead of the need for a good cup of tea and a cozy fire.
Getting into bed when the birds started chirping stirred a sense of accomplishment, not resentment.
But, relishing in a past- leaves nothing but the falling rain.
I'd rather be still and mesmerize in the current stream that runs past me than look back at where I started from.

My recent letter - published in our local paper

To Whom It May Concern,

I am writing out of concern for our province. I am looking at the front page of the Wednesday September 30th North Shore News and lamenting our future and well being. The two front page stories are about budget cuts to a program helping North Shore women and children confronted with domestic violence and an award winning North Shore substance abuse program.

I am not surprised but I am saddened. When one looks at the decisions made by our Provincial Liberals, one sees a continued disdain for social programs and public well being. We are only as strong as our weakest link-- and the decisions made by the provincial Liberals are weakening our social fabric. Do not be surprised if crime rates rise (due to a rise in drug abuse), stories of dead women and children take-up more than half of our nightly news programs, gang violence continues to soar (due to cuts in public education and various counselling programs for family and youth). I can only see a bleak view of our future. And what baffles me is that they are cutting so much, and yet asking for more money (in the form of the HST and hikes in our MSP premiums), so what are we getting in return for all this money we are made to dish out to them? Where is our hard earned cash going? This government whole-heartily believes in the "trickle down effect"-- but I caution each voting member of this province to examine that theory. Perhaps our premier needs to stop acting like a CEO and start taking care of the people of this province. We are not a corporation, we are a society of people who need to be respected. We have to live with the decisions these people are making.

A few year from now, Gordon Campbell will be sitting on the board of many companies, perhaps living in a gated community-- immune from the troubles he has caused us middle-working class people. We are the ones who will face gun shots on our streets, an increase in crime rates, deteriorated conditions in our public schools, and in our public services. We are the ones that have to cut our spending in other areas of our lives to pay for the HST meanwhile getting little in return.

I am extremely saddened by the state of our province and by the continued loss of pertinent social and public services.

Sincerely, Sareh Donaher

Oh to California

Mom's voice like peach fuzz

Memories on blankets of soft white silk fluttering in the warm wind-
rippling back to me with the tide.

Dad's strong hands, rough and tired from hours on the stearing wheel. Reaching from behind the seat. Finding my soft pink hands.

I see his broad smile and glimmering eyes in the rear view mirror.

Love

A slow drive down south to California.

Asleep on the bumpy road with their murmurs and low laughter lulling me to dream.

I love E.E. Cummings

The following is a beautiful poem by E.E. Cummings (born Edward Estlin Cummings)-- I just wanted to share it with you.
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i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Happy 2007

It's the new year! Time to get retrospective. Gain prospective.
Take a look at who you are, who you want to be, and what your soul is whispering.
Listen to your heart's desire
As the late and great John Lennon has said,
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
...
Happy New Year to you all
May we all be blessed with peace, love, health, and joy :)

rebirth

The grief was too great for the world to hold
in the heart of its hand
it had to let go ...

The grief was too large to be carried by all
in the heart of their hands ...

As we left the church
in silent thought
the heavy weight of a mother's tears
fell from the sky
as we let go
the wails of cries
the sorrow of a final goodbye to
a child
forever
reborn

Sleep

The hidden stories that lie within the sheaths of our mind, reveal themselves in the depths of the night, leaving footprints on our dusty end tables.
We feel them
Tip
Toe
On the comforters we hold so tight.
Never free from our past demises
We look to the future to put the breaks on our spinning thoughts
Ignoring the present
Forsaking the future
To unstitch what was once sewn so well, with good intentions.

Trying

I am a woman trying. Trying to be more myself. Trying to be balanced. Trying not to lose myself in social and personal roles. Trying to be free, at peace, and whole. While all the time, thinking, "If there is to be any peace it will come through being, not having."

My Mother's handwritting

In the fissures that make the whole of who I am, I feel the insecurities of the person that I once was: a small child with large wisdom: seeing the loss of a land and a life stolen, dreams and deadlines never achieved.
The grocery list lies on the linoleum floor
Twenty years of cobwebs cover my mother's handwritting