In this beautiful place for a couple nights while I work at HMCS Acadia with cadets. I’m one of the wonderful bunch of nurses on staff at the clinic. I’m grateful to be able to stay at my uncles cottage in Smiths Cove while I’m at the base over the next 6 weeks. So many kids on buses arriving from all over the provinces and the world for training and fun. It’s been interesting to meet up with about 500 of them yesterday and over the next couple days. Great bunch of kids and young adults. I remember my Air Cadet camp days at Greenwood. It is a fantastic opportunity. They seem to have developed the camps into a fun place. I always felt I was getting in trouble by forgetting my cap or my hair was below my collar. I remember we borrowed the beautiful airforce blue uniforms for our final parade. Base staff loaned them to us. We were informed please do not get food on these uniforms. The minute I picked up my tray of spaghetti I had a bad feeling. Crash! My tray landed smack into the back of a regular officers beautiful blues and I got the coldest look from my commanding officer. Oh boy!
Peace is easy in a place like this:)
Last week I needed a recharge so I mixed work with leisure and ended up on this beach.
Sometimes you just need to visit those happy places.
By Dawn Illsley
Roaring wind lulls me to another place.
Quiet breathing in the margins of my mind.
Pressing thoughts, bossy and demanding,
yank me from my reprieve to reality.
There’s a call for spring outside the window.
An urgent call from a little bird whose hungry.
Then out comes the sun, like a little answered prayer.
The light creeps across the room,
Warming the spot on the floor,
Soon to be occupied
By a little furry beast,
Desperate for warmth.
On the windowsill,
The pink blooms are dried up,
Not the end,
But it seems hopeful for more.
Drenched in sorrow
Drenched in sorrow she sits,
Head bowed, in a silent prayer,
To someone she doesn’t believe in,
About something she doesn’t understand
There’s a crowd inside my head,
It’s beyond capacity.
There’s no room for hope.
I’m empty of care.
I’m tired of smiling.
I’m barely there.
Behind walls By Dawn Illsley
Rapacious eyes follow my lips.
Lips speaking words.
Words that torture and neglect.
Neglecting the subject,
torturing the truth.
The truth trapped behind walls grown thick with time.