Vacation Day

Had a lovely day yesterday in Mahone Bay and Lunenburg. Rebecca’s Restaurant always puts on a fantastic spread.

I enjoyed every mouthful.

Stopped at Have A Yarn for…yarn of course.

I love this yarn. She’s a talented hand dyer. One color morphs into another. I think this little beauty will become a shawl.

So many adorable places along the way. I found a few antique and vintage items to add to my collections.

There’s a little shop next to Rebecca’s that’s super cool. I have a love of succulents and she has a variety in stock. She found a little air plant and I found a bubble glass vessel and voila!

It was just a fantastic day!

The missing

I’ve been obsessed with finding the missing lately. All the podcasts dealing with the missing are queued up on my device. Recently I listening to the CBC podcast, Finding Cleo with Connie Walker. It was heartbreaking but so real. We should be all made to listen to the terrible tragedies that have happened to the indigenous people of Canada. Governments we elected have done wrong. Police agencies fail these people daily.

So one day I was on another missing persons site and a little face on a missing poster staring back that me connected with something inside of me. Compelling me to look further. She had a name Diane Lee Todd, 18 years old.

With little information to go on I search around a bit more and find out what she was wearing when she went missing.

No other picture is available and when I searched ancestry there was a birth but nothing else. I searched year books from schools around Annandale. No other photos have been found.

It struck me as sad that a young girl could disappear and there’s no activity ongoing to find out what happened to her. No pleas from parents or newspaper articles at the time talking about her disappearance. I searched Jane doe sites looking for a possible match and came across this reconstructed skull.

Her bone structure is similar. So many things are missing. This skull had to teeth, so no evidence of braces.

I reached out to some podcaster a and websleuth’s online forum and posted both pictures there.

Anyone have any more ideas?

Dawn

Day and Night

Day and Night, Life and Melancholia

By Dawn Illsley

What kind of night

Damns you to restlessness?

Condemns you to sleeplessness?

Letting the dreary dive in.

The melancholy thrives at night,

It gets its life from the idleness,

The quiet, ticking of time,

Creeping by, so slowly.

Building up strength, its forces

No match for a broken heart or open mind.

Consider it all!

Why not?

Sleep is a luxury.

It’s bookended,

By the waking hours

We call life.

But life isn’t all that we desire.

It taunts and ridicules,

Steals and lies,

Throws away the truth for a facsimile.

Those who care seem lost.

Lost in a world of the self righteous fool,

Determined to rule.

When Darkness Comes

When darkness comes

When the darkness comes,

It blocks out the light.

Hovering overhead to drown me in delight.

A cruel, damp, and soggy mess.

Pours itself into my soul.

While it gasps for air and scratches for life,

My soul sputters and spits the vile mess.

Fighting for life it takes a deep breath,

Takes hold of the darkness and strangles it to death.