Category: writing

Hibernation…(working title)

Frost on the plants

My dreams may drift, like leaves shed in autumn Lay dormant, still there Frozen, held in suspension Like a winters’ guest, waiting For the warmth of Spring © 2005, Scottish Poems II

The ghost of Thompson Hall….

Penn State

I have only told this story to a select few because of that age-old fear of being labeled “crazy”, but well, I really do believe in ghosts. I have encountered a few in my life and shouldn’t be ashamed. Here is the earliest I…

The Freedom to….

As a woman, and a labeled “baby boomer”, I have been raised a certain way. I was born and raised in the United States and I do feel that we are one of the better countries on the planet for the freedoms that are…

Arm Chair Traveller…

So who says you can’t arm-chair travel on a Sunday. I was on my Facebook account and noticed a posting and picture for Cullins fae Camas Malag – Isle of Skye by Caledoniadreamn. So had to check it out. I haven’t explored the whole…

Poem: Call me, call me home Caledonia

Call me, call me home Caledonia Call me, call me home Caledonia Back to the green blankets That marks your glens And shoulders your Lochs The landscape that arouses my spirit Now and for eternity And remains in my mind Sing me a lullaby…

New Presentation in development

The laws of the heart are fickle. Why we love one place over another is  wholly individualistic. What tugs at one heart, doesn’t another. Perhaps this lends credit to the thought that there is no perfection in the world.  Perhaps we need to see past…

Poem: And I felt…

And I felt… And in the pale light of morning, I outstretched my arms There was more than a whispered thought of life There was a rumbling in the ache that had made me weep For the weeks that held me prisoner As if…

Reflection: Can this day be better…

So yesterday was ‘one of those’ days. It’s gone; it’s dusted; it’s binned. Hopefully, today is better. I’m in the midst of grading career plans and trying to think of new ways to ‘push’ my students into thinking about their careers in hospitality and…

Poem: Home

I gave you a quote earlier from a poem I wrote back in 1987.  Thought I post the whole thing.  This is copyrighted, published in 1993. Home These emerald walls that tower above And kiss an azure sky I remember They are my home Now…