Exhausting the possible

Do not, O my soul, aspire to immortal life, but exhaust what is possible. Pindar, Pythian Ode 3 (used as the introduction by Paul Valéry to his poem The cemetery by the sea)* In these days of riot & unreason with each hour bringing more of each splashed across...

A party for the Wildrose party

– written with touches of Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia WoolfI always buy the flowers myself.And what a morning it was—the perfect day in June when the air comes straight across the foothills from the majestic Rockies. When I was doorknocking in northeast Calgary...

Our black & white parties

I miss the roses—profusions of them in silver bowls—and the warm light of candles and incandescent bulbs in pretty lamps, the white dishes and sparkling glasses, the colourful platters and bowls for serving the food, all setting the stage for another black & white...