I feel like wandering

A Green Wooded Wonderland

If you are looking for me
I'm not by the sea
but in a green, wooded corner
shaded from the sun
listening to the birds
and the brook

Distant sounds of traffic going by
sitting and reading
stealing glances at the Moss Lady
her pale skin
in contrast to her cloak of moss
beautiful, mesmerizing, calming

Woodland creatures also visit
they sit awhile
chatter in hushed tones
gazing into her unfocused eyes
she is dreaming of lives lived
and adventures yet to experience

Now I have found you,
I will visit often
for it is lovely
and green and quiet
and a place for organizing
all the dreams I dream

Original thought by
Suzanne McCann

exactly

"Yes, I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought — and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds."

—	Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters To Véra

Winds of November

half way through March
the winds of November have blown in
bitter cold

looking outside
the sun is trying to shine
put on my vest and coat
out into the world

grabbed a scarf
and wrapped it around
but the wind blew through
no hat or mitts
to take away the chill

the winds of November
have won
this round

Suzanne McCann

Silence

I stood
in silence
pondering
its affect on me
At first, anxious
than calm
peaceful even
with the silence

Its interesting
how little time
I spend
in quiet moments of silence
Without music
or words
to distract
or waste time

I am standing here
silently
but not in silence
my window is open
birds are chatting
sounds of the city
still feeling calm
creative

Suzanne McCann

good advice

"I should have dropped
 some bread crumbs along the way 
when I set off into this dark forest....."

author might be
Michael Boiano

A Conversation with myself about love

Myself: Do you believe in love? 

Me: Some moments I yearn for a love,

someone to share my life with, 

but it only lasts a moment and then I think,

hmmmmmm could I share all my time with someone?

I am very happy on my own, do what I want , when I want.

Myself: So do you believe in love?

Me: Of course I do, I’ve been in love. 

I believe in magic, and the fantastical, and fate, and timing, 

you know all that shit. 

I just know that I haven’t met someone to fall in love with, someone who

has swept me off my feet with a smile, or a gaze, or a gesture.

I dream of falling in love again, but so far its just a dream.

Myself: Will you resist falling in love if it finds you?

Me: Probably, 

as long as I possibly can......

Myself: Are you afraid of falling in love?

Me: Not afraid of falling in love, just afraid of losing me, of losing

who I am......

original thought by Suzanne McCann

be yourself

Be weird. Be random. 

Be who you are. 

Because you never know who would love the person you hide.

—

Anonymous 

Another year

As 2016 comes to a close, I find myself reflecting on what I have achieved this year in regards to what my goals were at the beginning.

the beginning

I have continued to try new things, worked on my book volume 2, and have been working on
a knitting project that I will be releasing in pattern soon into the new year.

I endeavoured to become more adventurous, and accomplished  this by heading out in all directions
around Victoria, and to my delight, found some very interesting spots to hang about in.

Something that I want to work on in 2017 is to become more social, perhaps getting out and
finding some groups to join....ooooo scared just thinking of it....and exhilarated. I have always been
a lone wolf, happy with my own company with the intermittent interjection of others.

Over the last few months, I have been scheming and planning all sorts of new challenges to
make happy my creative soul....so much bursts to get out there and become something...

What are your plans for 2017?

always in the clouds,
Suzanne

Rebekah Whittle

She holds a garden in her mind
And patiently waits to watch it grow
Each thought, a seed
She listens for which to water

Visiting daily
The knees of her jeans, stained brown
With soil between her fingernails
She works the grounds, so ideas may flourish

She speaks in color
Choosing words like flowers
Only once they are ready to fall
Giving wisdom with a steady hand

Poem by Rebekah Whittle

When I read this poem I completely
related it to how I feel about all the
ideas that are constantly fluttering
around in the seemingly endless
vastness of space that is my brain.

Awesome