I will come to you

Wandering and lonely,
Hungry for your presence,
When we are separated,
I will come to you.

Though river or rock,
Or hand or wood
Bar my way,
Across the reaches of despair,
Beyond the call of time,
I will come to you.

Over the barren land,
Void of love or life,
Though shadows of night press on every side,
Though forces unseen try to deter my will,
I will come to you in your need,
By night or day,
Or within the time between.

When we are separated,
By some unfortunate turn of fate,
When your soul reaches for me,
I will come to you,
Though the very essence of evil stops my stride.

For the length of your life,
And surpassing death’s grasp,
I will dare to thwart all who come in my way,
Who prevent me from coming to him,
Who waits for me in some place that stands apart from heaven and oblivion.

If you love me,
I will come to you,
Out from the darkest shadow,
To comfort you in your need.

By: Hazel PK


Quote: I wish common sense…

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I once saw a lady walking around wearing a shirt that had this quote. Not sure who first wrote this quote. But I have to say, I agree with them unfortunately! When I was younger I used to believe that some people who did or said things that were ignorant were just clueless. Now that I’m older I realize that some people are just that stupid. It’s really a sad thing for me to realize. I always believed in the best of the human race. But society has not encouraged the average person to be a deep thinker. Maybe that is not society’s role. I don’t know. I cannot judge. But it just seems to me that people now are shallow thinkers compared to previous generations. That’s not true for everyone of course. There are always the exceptions. Is it the advent of social media and the digital age? But then again there are some people of the current generation who are using social media & the internet to do some really profound things. I applaud those people.

But it’s people who do insane things to get a good selfie that I don’t like. There were some people in the Dominican Republic who dragged a shark from the water to get a selfie. The shark ended up dying. Because DUH! Sharks cannot breathe air! These people just killed a living being. Does life mean so little to them? Things like this really get to me. That is not the only story I’ve seen about such incidents with selfie takers. Many such selfie takers are also unaware or don’t care that the cute sloth they are taking a picture with was probably stolen from the wild. Sloths are solitary creatures. By nature they don’t like to always be touched or handled, much less by humans. It’s very stressful for them. I’ve read that sloths used in this manner live only about 6 months. People are treating living beings as disposable. They don’t even think about it such things. It makes me so mad. I have to stop here because I could go on and on.

The selfie takers are the worst examples of thoughtless people. But there are so many smaller incidents in which people could act with more common sense and more thoughtfully. Humans are by nature self-centered. But we can remember to think about other people. We can remember to be kind. The homeless guy in the subway has to worry about his next meal and where to find shelter every day. Will you really miss $5, $10, even $20 if you give it to him? You might say you don’t know if he’ll use it for drugs or alcohol. That choice will be on him. But at least you did a little something to help. If we all did a little something or a big something to help, this world would truly be a great world. So before you go rushing off to do something, take a little time, think about it. Use your common sense.

Memory and Dream

I don’t want to live here
Unless you’re here with me
These walls hold too many memories
They keep whispering in my ear…
Of nights when I could feel your body
Curled against mine
And I could turn over
Just to look into your eyes.

But it doesn’t hurt as much
To remember you today
Thoughts of you flit & float away
Occupying space somewhere in between
My memory & a dream.

It’s another world now,
Another time.
Like a vision of utopia
That interrupts reality for a while.
And now I rise in the mornings
To the everyday world.
If it somehow feels a little bit empty
Or a little bit cold,
I just have to close my eyes & remember you…

Nights when you held me so tight
Days when we would do nothing,
But stay inside
Wrapped in nothing but love
And a passion that kept us
Spiraling higher & higher above.
Until it seemed
We could see our bodies below.
We were once connected.
We were once a whole.

I don’t want to live here
Unless you’re with me
Because the walls,
They just keep whispering…

By: Hazel PK

Funny Cat Moments

Hannah on the sofa.

Hannah is 16 years old but she is a spry cat. She’s a black and white tuxedo cat with a very expressive face. Her whiskers are white and it looks like she’s got eyebrows. She can stare at you with a laser-like glare, it’s so intense. Her paws are white so she looks like she’s wearing mittens and boots. I love her. She makes me laugh and she talks to us in trills and sweet meows. She goes up and down the stairs by jumping up with both her front paws then both back legs follow in a short hop. It looks really funny, like a bunny rabbit hopping around. When she’s hungry her meow sounds like she’s saying “now?” It starts as a mmmm then turns into a rrrrrrow! And then when you put her food down she purrs loud like an engine and faceplants into her bowl. You can hear her slurping up her food enthusiastically. It’s hilarious to me.

Well one day, she jumped up onto the loveseat in our master bedroom. It’s got lots of cushions on it. Six cushions in all. I happened to glance her way when she jumped up and she suddenly dove into the middle of the cushions face first. Before I could whip out my cell phone to take a video all I could see was her butt sticking out the top of the cushions and her tail following it. Then she pushed the cushions aside as if forging her own brave path in the woods so they fell on top of her kind of like a teepee. And she sat under her teepee cushion very happily until the next thing caught her attention and she jumped off the sofa. What a funny cat.

Photography: How does it make you feel?


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I was just thinking about things that make me feel good. Photography is one of them. Looking at a photograph when you can’t be there in person can have a visceral effect on you. Well, at least it does for me. I think great photography has a story behind it and it makes you feel something. That feeling can be profound or lighthearted. But it provokes some kind of reaction in you. Art is another thing that affects me in the same way. I was scrolling through Dr. Nicholas Roemmelt’s webpage and I’m astounded at the images there. Looking at these images fills something up inside me. I look at them and sigh. I feel a kind of joy when I look at these photographs. I can’t tell you how nice it is to see that there are still so many beautiful places on this planet. We’ve ruined so much of it already. Sometimes I despair that we won’t be able to repair the damage we’ve done. But I digress. Let me get back on topic.

Image source: Laurent Baheux

Laurent Baheux is another photographer whose work I adore. He seems to focus more on wildlife though he also does landscape shots. Looking at these wildlife photos I feel like I can see the spirit of these animals. Elephants have sadness and wisdom in their eyes (especially these days). While lions are the physical manifestation of earth spirits. They are so entirely one with the land they live on. They depend on it and are affected by it. All beings have a soul and if you take a moment to look closely you can see how they are feeling in their eyes.

Take a look at the photographs on their website and let me know. What do you feel when you look at them?


Quote: Edward Abbey

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My loyalties will not be bound by national borders, or confined in time by one nation’s history, or limited in the spiritual dimension by one language and culture. I pledge my allegiance to the damned human race, and my everlasting love to the green hills of Earth, and my intimations of glory to the singing stars, to the very end of space and time.

Confessions of a Barbarian: Selections from the Journals of Edward Abbey, 1951-1989 (1994) p. 92


12 Apostles, A Memory

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12 Apostles, Victoria, Australia

We took the Great Ocean Road to the 12 Apostles. It’s about 2 hours and 45 minutes to get here from Melbourne. I’m claustrophobic but being in the same car as my cousins helps distract me. Plus the landscape of Oz is truly unique. I can’t stop staring at everything we pass by. City turns into small towns and are interspersed with stretches of wilderness. We take turns napping in the car. There isn’t much else to do on this long drive but wait until we get there.

When we finally do arrive, I step out of the car, my legs feeling a little funny because I’ve been sitting for so long. We wander down to the viewing platforms. I stretch my arms over my head, relishing the freedom from confinement. The hot sun beats down on my head. It’s summertime in the land of Oz. Thank God. Back home in Canada it would be winter and I’d rather be here right now. Winters can be long and dreary back home.

I look up and the sky is a pure perfect blue. There are hardly any clouds in sight. The blue of the sky matches the blue of the ocean below like two mirror reflecting each other.  I look down to the cliffs below and the waves are crashing against the shore. A refreshing breeze comes off the sea, caressing my face gently. It’s cooling me down just enough so I don’t overheat. I close my eyes in bliss. It’s the perfect temperature for me. I can’t help but think that this is what heaven on earth must feel like. It sounds corny but how else do I describe this profound peace that I’m feeling? This feeling that this moment is special? This is a day and a place where the sky meets the earth and water in perfect harmony. There are no other sounds except the people around you, the waves and sea birds flying around.

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I hear a little rustling and open my eyes to look towards the noise. Not far from my feet an echidna (a type of anteater) is waddling around underneath a bush. It’s rare to see them because they are naturally timid. I feel honoured to have seen one. Natives and aboriginals believe that when you see animals in their natural habitat it’s a message to you. And I wonder what an echidna would symbolize.  My family and I explore the area with a meandering pace.  We come across a naturally formed pool of water on the cliff side with an arch of stone hugging the cliff’s edge. I wish I had my camera with me because I’ve never seen such natural quiet beauty. The sun shines through the arch, dazzling my eyes. That sense of peace washes over me again. I know that no matter where I go in my life I’ll always remember this day and what it felt like to be here. Most of us will say that life is never perfect. But today is a day where everything felt perfect and everything fit. Even the long drive on the great ocean road to get here to the 12 Apostles and Port Campbell was worth it just to experience this day.


My son
is gone.
They took his little body
in those big trucks,
with all the other,
Where my son’s
has gone,
I do not know.
I hope he is happy,
And healthy,

Lie dead,
Or dying,
All around me.
I may join my son,
My full years
Never lived.

the dying of the light
Comes another group of
And doctors,
Who take the bodies away.

One of them
approaches me,
And lifts me up
with plastic covered
And bears me away.
I do not resist.
My body is not dead,
But my
and my
are as dead
As my husband,
and my
four little boys,
my babies.
I am glad
they are taking me
So that my body
May die in peace,
the spirits of my husband
and children.
That is the only release
for me now,
In Rwanda.

By: Hazel PK