Dieu on the Grass

Category: Prose

Art and Life

Visited a museum shop today and while browsing, I came across some handmade jewelry by a local artist. Although the jewelry was beautiful, I really loved her artist statement:

I love the way the Russian writer, Leo Tolstoy, described the importance of art; that it was a means of union among men, joining them together in the same feelings, and was indispensable for the life and progress towards the well-being of individuals and of humanity. Art has purpose. It can capture historical events or aspects of nature. It can symbolize a devotion to the divine, protection from evil spirits, the love of two people, or a commitment to a common cause. It can stir our senses and call us to action. Art contributes to our collective spirit. As the worlds economic forces drive people towards homogeneity, our hunger for the special, the unique, and the innovative will most assuredly grow. Art is the antidote to a bland world.

~Franny. E. Strathern



The Loveliness of Winter

 Outside the window, in the darkened yard, there’s snow. That kissing sound against the glass. It will melt off because it’s only November, but still it’s a foretaste. I don’t know why I find it so exciting. I know what’s coming: slush, darkness, flu, black ice, wind, salt stains on boots. But still there’s a sense of anticipation: you tense for the combat. Winter is something you can go out into, confront, then foil by retreating back indoors. 

~Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin 


The brittle cold of winter brings out many things, such as colds, numb toes, the early dark evenings and chilly mornings, the layers of coats, scarves, and other wooly things, soft armour to brace one against the biting north winds.

But with winter there are the things that I love the most. The reward and comfort of drinking a whole pot of tea with a good book after braving the snow and ice. These things are so much more enjoyable in winter.

The hermit in me secretly loves winter.

Yes, I get terribly sick almost every time this year, and yes, my skin peels and cracks from the frosty, dry air, and yes the inconveniences of snow blizzards and -30°c below weather takes its toll on everything, but I can’t help but love it. Winter means snowflakes, and cuddles, and rosy, frostbitten cheeks, and the gratitude that comes with having a warm home to return to, and the generous empathy and help for those who aren’t as fortunate to have that.

So, while I, like many complain about the freezing temperatures, I think I would miss winter if it never came.


I’m all snotty and sniffly, but gosh darn it, this is good tea! Now, I just hope this cold goes away before it turns into the usual “I sound like I’m dying” cough.

Part II: 3 Rules to live by


1. Be gentle even when you don’t feel like it.

2. Choose one thing to look forward to at the beginning of your day no matter how simple or small.

3. When you don’t have a friend around, chocolate and books are always good options.

Thought of the day

It is better
to be broken

A new poem








The teeth of your words leave their mark on my skin.


Upon your head is anointed the holiness of life.
Instead of bowing under the heaviness of the burden,
raise up like a ship upon the sea.


Everyday saints


Quote for the day

“There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.”

— Jane Austen, Emma

The logic of the heart

You don’t become a real person once someone loves you.
Someone loves you because you were already real to begin with.



Keep your heart generous.
Earn what you have.
Listen as if you are within the mind of the speaker.
Do not give advice unless it is asked for.
If you love someone, tell them why.
Speak your feelings even if it is risky.

Bright eyes

You have the most brilliant, incandescent smile of anyone I have ever met.
Your face becomes brighter than the glint of light off a blade and it makes me think, who needs religion when goodness like this already exists.



A lover’s thought


High school writings

I came across this old piece of writing of mine in an sketch book from high school and was taken aback by it. Even then, I was an introspective dreamer.

Quiet time

20130423-005339.jpgAs soon as spring arrives, I’ll be here outside my neighbourhood library by the park and gardens with a coffee and good book. It doesn’t take much to make me happy – give me good weather and quiet time, and life seems perfect.

Here on Earth


Word Play

You’re like a Kit-Kat bar:
Equally sweet and good for one or when shared with many.

You’re like a forest:
I can get lost in you.

You’re like a period:
Things make better sense when you’re around.

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