Five Years a Writer

When I was in journalism school in Halifax, Nova Scotia in 1987, one of my placements was with the local CBC television station. My claim to fame from that time is that I rubbed shoulders with Ian Hanomansing and Susan Ormiston, both of whom were covering provincial news at the time. My claim to infamy from the same time is the day I failed to deliver what a reporter needed.  I had been sent out to get a clip from a person who had been involved in an accident; said person was a distance out of town so the camera man (that tells you how long ago it was; 1987 to be precise) drove. Once we arrived, we learned that the person we needed wasn’t immediately available, so we waited. And we waited. I think I must have been responsible for calling the shots, as I was the journalist (albeit only an intern), so we continued to wait. No cell phones back then, of course.   Eventually, the young man arrived home; it was cold and dark by then, but I gamely asked the necessary questions (my h

Work stops. Time expands.   Days fill with chores and planning. Tasks end. Holidays! Water laps the shore.  Boats roar past. Breezes blow cool. Hours become days’ fun.  Sleep. Eat. Read. Repeat.  Everyday holiday. Good.  Every day. The best.  Two-legged or four  Find rhythm in the doing. Nothing can be all.  Sun bright. Sky blue. Heat.   Berries ripened red get picked. Days long. Nights cool. Bliss.  Clouds build to thunder. Rains cannot quench deep ground’s thirst. Flies buzz in the heat.  Time slows and thoughts grow: What if? Let’s! Why not? Do it!  All is possible. Creative Arts Camp Painting. Writing. Collaging.  Crafts for adults. Fun!  One of my collages: Paths and pathways Val's painting, based on photos from her travels through the desert many years ago Anne writing (with Holly showing excellent support...)