Author Archives: bluemountainchild

Originally posted at elephant journal. We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. ~ T.S. Eliot I’ve recently been visiting family in my hometown. Let’s just say that the place where I grew up doesn’tContinue reading “A Lesson From the Grocery Store”

I could see it coming from miles away. A clear, strong line, holding the unbearable weight of an entire sky full of clouds. A Chinook Arch. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one of these. It’s above my head right now; I can see it when I glance out the window. Arriving withContinue reading “Chinooks”

To say I’d stepped into Siva’s ring of fire and been shaken so much until I didn’t know what direction I faced would be an understatement. Memories to capture of these last weeks: Some are too hard. Some fill me with yearning and sadness because they are full of love that is now without aContinue reading “Om Namah Sivaya”

Between tending to the ill and stoking the fire I go out and shovel the driveway, conscious of the second half of the 18 inches still scheduled to fall. The sun’s gone done a couple of hours prior and the night is beginning to take shape: shadowy mounds of the white stuff on the driveContinue reading “Snow Day”

I steal out early in my stiff and bleary state, taking care to not confuse shallow shadows on the road with the patches of ice. As has been the case lately, I hear the morning song of unseen birds off in trees and witnessed the darkened wisp of seagulls in the air. Like yesterday. Yesterday,Continue reading “Morning Time”

I used a Swiffer for the first time in my life today. I don’t know, maybe I’m slipping, or maybe I’m at a place where I’m able to include things in my life that I’m ideologically opposed to knowing that the stress relieved by doing so is more beneficial in the long-run than twisting myContinue reading “Trash”

I found it today. It was hiding under practicality which, sitting, as it does, on the sturdy wooden chair pouring over paperwork on the desk in the corner, was more than happy to be of help in any way it could. While I’m not sure if harbouring a personality aspect that simply doesn’t want toContinue reading “Pearls”

Soft and pink, my hands were warm and moist from the dish-water. I squished the soapy sponge into a mason jar with an imperceptible chip around its mouth as I turned my hand around, shoving the sponge into the corners. Emerging out of the now-clean jar my warm pink hand began to seep out ofContinue reading “Perspective”

I bought a cell phone the other day. This despite the fact that I have purposefully not had a cell phone for approximately five years due to the effect holding an overpowering signal receiver near one’s head when carrying on a conversation has on the body. It hasn’t come yet—they were out of stock ofContinue reading “Ch- Ch- Changes”

  The dog ran with an urgency hindered only by her frequent compulsion to stop and sniff. There had only been one other person here since we had last been. This was after the last snowstorm, the one I walked in beginning in this direction before realizing that the return into high winds on anContinue reading “Dog Run”