As 2022 draws near, I thought a little poem was in order to ensure a proper welcome, and without the usual hangover. Well, perhaps just a little one. I’m a sucker for those bubbles.
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Season Change at the Guest House
Autumn is in the air. The leaves have started their change. Rumi’s 5am pee breaks are no longer dusted by the pinks of an awakening sky.
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Rumi’s Instruction Manual
Good news! Dave and I finally located Rumi’s instruction manual. It was tucked behind one floppy ear, and the collective sigh of relief was palpable. Rumi threw up his little paws as if to say, “Finally these newbies will get their act together.”
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Shootin’ the Breeze
I was reading about Ottawa’s newest Poet Laureate: Albert Dumont. This accomplished Algonquin poet, storyteller and elder believes that to write poetry, one need not be refined or polished (thank goodness). Instead, one simply needs to be a human being with a heart.
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Spring Cleaning
It is liberating to finally open the windows and breathe fresh air deeply into winter-weary lungs.
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