the year as ‘found’

 

In the spirit of reflection… (and following a prompt from The Indextrious Reader) I’ve rounded up the first sentences of the first post from *each of the past twelve months to create… uh, well, a document of first sentences, which I then rearranged slightly—in the spirit of amusing myself…

Et Voila! 

 

2010 as Found

Snowing gently this morning as I sit outside with a cup of rooibos tea and watch geese, hundreds of geese, fly over the backyard—so quiet is the world I can almost hear each one of their wings. Over at Front Door Back Door—I note the moment we felt the earthquake, the sismo. I don’t know why Rona Maynard’s post on pilates and writing should make me think of something I read the other day about Marina Abramovic—the performance artist who recently closed what sounded like a most bizarre and amazing show in NYC, and is known for her ‘experiments’ in art through human nature—but it does. Find a lonely tree that needs some love.

“Man has no body distinct from his soul, for that called body is a portion of the soul discerned by the five senses.”  (Wm. Blake)

Depending on who you listen to—either today, yesterday, or tomorrow is the Feast of St. Mary of Egypt, patron saint of penitent women who formerly lived in sin. Am celebrating the 143rd birthday of our grand beau pays with my favourite things: words and food. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. And I don’t mean cheerio as in ‘goodbye’, but as in cereal…of course.

“Tea should be taken in solitude.” (C.S. Lewis)
Writing from a garret in London, Ontario. Coming along just swimmingly thanks.
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Hoping everyone has a safe and happy one…
 
Amusez vous bien!
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*From whence they came… 

January  Snowing gently this morning as I sit outside with a cup of rooibos tea and watch geese, hundreds of geese, fly over the backyard—so quiet is the world I can almost hear each one of their wings.

February  “Man has no body distinct from his soul, for that called body is a portion of the soul discerned by the five senses.”  (Wm. Blake)

March  Over at Front Door Back Door—I note the moment we felt the earthquake, the seismo.

April  Depending on who you listen to—either today, yesterday, or tomorrow is the Feast of St. Mary of Egypt, patron saint of penitent women who formerly lived in sin.

May  “Tea should be taken in solitude.” (C.S. Lewis)

June  I don’t know why Rona Maynard’s post on pilates and writing should make me think of something I read the other day about Marina Abramovic—the performance artist who recently closed what sounded like a most bizarre and amazing show in NYC, and is known for her ‘experiments’ in art through human nature—but it did.

July  Am celebrating the 143rd birthday of our grand beau pays with my favourite things: words and food.

August  And I don’t mean cheerio as in ‘goodbye’, but as in cereal…of course.

September  Coming along just swimmingly thanks.

October  Writing from a garret in London, Ontario.

November  Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

December  Find a lonely tree that needs some love.

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