Author Archives: Carole-Ann
Observations on a motor bike journey
Have you ever wondered exactly how and when a dream begins? At what moment, do we say: I want to be a doctor, a writer, or a hockey player, and really, truly believe in our heart of hearts, that is … Continue reading
…a fun story.
Blood seeps into the ground and I wonder how much more it can take, this world of ours. The men cry, and the women weep, their sorrow dragging the wind down to whip their hearts until they too bleed. Blood … Continue reading
One day I ventured forth… …I was brave, and I was determined. Oh, the stories I had heard, those stories, those wonderful stories—they carried me ever forward, but my strength she was not there and I failed. Let me begin … Continue reading
The beginning, for me, is a New Year, a new outlook. It’s a process of growth, a slow and steady progression towards a stronger soul, a stronger me. Reflection is there at the beginning, splendid in its peak at the … Continue reading
When is it that we forget how to dream? When does that exact moment occur, when we look forward without first sending our dreams before us like trusted guides to follow? I like to think never, but I would be … Continue reading
I like dreaming.
The innocence, the trust, with these words I see a child. I sat in the early morning hours watching my six year old Granddaughter’s hockey practice. Watched as the players gathered around their coaches like trusting little baby birds. They … Continue reading
I went to the mountains To open my heart, To refresh my spirit, To awaken my soul, And to remind myself that sometimes I have to let go.