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.
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.
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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Matilda Magtree 
Marvellous! I love what you’ve done… I never thought of this becoming a found poem of the year. It is fantastic.
Fantastic indeed!
Thanks! Such fun. (Great idea, Ms. Indextrious Reader!)