While I'm still slaving away on the writer's retreat...
...here's a chance for you to explore the world Under the waves.
Come on in. The water's fine.
Remember to breathe.
Time to come up topside.
Sure glad the boat made it!
©2018 April Hoeller
|Elmhirst Resort, Rice Lake Ontario|
|Spring Thaw Writing Retreat 2017|
|Mom and I, January 2002|
“She’s got it, you know...Back in the Mall, Cathy and I crammed ourselves along with the Queen in her wheelchair into a public washroom. She balked at using the handicapped stall. “I don’t need that!” she barked. Then she refused to take her bulky winter coat off, but instead impulsively stood up, stepped forward and stumbled over the footplates. She sagged back into the wheelchair. “Oh, I’m going to wet my panties if you two don’t do something!” She began to cry.
She’s gonna shit her pants and wet herself...
She’s gonna become a drooling, smelly, gorked out old soul sprawled in a gerichair.
Soon she won’t have a clue who you are.”
|Mom at 18 years old|
|image courtesy of Laywine's|
|Montblanc No. 22|
|Northern Cardinal, Male|
|Rose-breasted Grosbeak (male)|
"And what matters most is not whether we hide or fly or even where our journey takes us -- but what guides us home and where we come to land."