What if I told you that the cause of the explosion in Beirut was a nuclear device? Not that I know, but the fireworks factory blowing up story is getting old. What if it was a nuke? Not one from a country, but one of the many lost or stolen bombs that float like uncharted…
Category: Life & Death
Albino Raven
The legend … Of the White Raven Is true, but my photo is of a white crow. God bless all of us, Lisa
Historical Analysis of the Blog
As I prepare to start the next series, I can’t help but look back on this blog. This start. This field of dreams in the middle of Nowhere, Internet with my little voice. There were name changes. Mood swings. Meltdowns. /Rants. But, even my early stock photos were geared towards this journey. One of the…
The Great Divide
When I look at the continental divides of my generational family, it looks more like the San Andreas Fault rather than the Everything Fits Neatly Into Little Boxes In A Tree fairy tale series I tried to squeeze it into. Those store-bought baby albums didn’t accommodate divorced and remarried grandparents… or any other deviation from…
Don’t Assume
Don’t assume you know exactly what is going on in my life based on what you see. Do I know your fears, your hurts, your shame? What runs around in your brain like a terrified filly during those lonely twenty minutes before you fall asleep? What things have you done that you deeply regret? What…
The Calling
It’s out of the blue … yet it isn’t. You asked, but you completely forgot. You had to. Why? To let go of the preconceived notion of what a bird in my hand means. That baby would fly. And that wasn’t The Calling. The Calling was on February 13th, 2020 around 11AMish. Carly pulled. I…
I am a storyteller
I am a storyteller. Many years ago when I asked myself “Who am I?” I didn’t know the answer. I raced back and forth, searching frantically for myself when I should have stood still. Hindsight is 20/20 but at least I began my exploration of Self. This is my story. As I have said multiple…
How do you know?
Tell me what this picture represents to me. Not you. Me. What am I saying here? Lisa Dawn
I said I could
… and I did. I’m not quite sure where this is starting, but it isn’t @ 2:22PM today. It really goes back before the blog – or any form of my blog – existed. But it was then that I started to capture the story – late 2015 when I first began to connect with…
My 1st “new normal” Mass
I had to spend a few hours reflecting on this Sunday morning’s mass before writing about it. Attending mass online has become part of my daily routine, and then became a vital part of my everyday routine. Each day I learned something new, and built my faith one step and one rock at a time…
Change the Church
I am disappointed in my church – the Anglican Church of Canada – for failing to pass the canon allowing same-sex marriage ceremonies. In an age when the Church is facing extinction, when we all need spiritual guidance, this was their chance to proudly lead the way to acceptance and love for all of God’s…
A Murder of Jays
I think I just witnessed a murder. We live on the 5th floor of an old apartment. The stately old trees in the neighbourhood are just about level with my roof. I’ve gotten to know not just the treetops but the birds who call them home. Early this spring, a pair of Blue Jays moved…
Fox Diaries 