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Song of the Week: June

If you’ve ever gone through phases where one genre, band or artist just dominates your musical landscape like a Rothko maroon, then you’ll understand. See, this month, I was listening almost exclusively to tunes filled with modern, electronic wizardry, such as… 455 more words


Death and Vegas

Perhaps the Sodom and Gomorrah nature of Vegas was why some of my thoughts and conversations this weekend revolved around life and death.

My friend and I were having breakfast one morning and the topic of death came up. 276 more words

Rose Prince

Yesterday my husband took us to visit the burial site of Rose Prince near Vanderhoof, BC.

Read about her here http://www.roseprincecatholic.net/ if you’re interested.


I Lost My Dad

With a deep heart of sorrow, I wish to announce to you that, I’m bereaved.
I lost my all-in-one dad and burial schedule will be communicated later.
So sad :(


Where I'll Sleep

Where I’ll Sleep

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I want to be buried surrounded by the fields of my youth … next to other kindred souls who decided to lie in similar peace … on that grassy knoll sheltered by a giant oak … it’s limbs spread wide to shield us, it’s roots embracing our boxed homes …  cradling us in our sleep … distant from the hub-bub of life … too far away for casual visitors with plastic flowers … our serenity only slightly disturbed by the occasional car rushing by … the sound of tires rolling fast … metal barreling through thick air rising from summer heat … when corn silk and yellow seedlings … trees and grass all join in the dance of life, thrusting higher and higher toward the sun … the same as my neighbors when they produced seed,  multiplied, then passed on … leaving  tiny bits of themselves behind to prove there’s life after … . 40 more words

Album Review: Jungle - Jungle

A slew of poppy, jazz funk influenced singles have dribbled through from production duo Josh Lloyd-Watson and Tom McFarland, aka Jungle, over the last few months. 369 more words


Broken and Poured Out

And while he was at Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, as he was reclining at table, a woman came with an alabaster flask of ointment of pure nard, very costly, and she broke the flask and poured it over his head.  646 more words