There is some magic around this Canadian wheelchair curling team.
A massive two-win day against China and Sweden. Scored three in the final end to beat Sweden.
Canada is all alone in first place at 6-0 here at the Paralympics.
Old school version: Scream at the Radio DJ: "Not again?!" and change the station before you get past the song intro. Yup. I'm that old. 😏
Worden Pond 7”x9” oil
I finally got round to framing this - which I painted between Christmas and New Year.
It’s acrylic and ink.
50cm x 70cm
I call it ‘Deeper’
#art #abstract #acrylic #irishartist #natureart
Sunday morning vibes
Alison Krauss + Union Station - Live
#MusicSky #VinylSky #VinylCommunity
Happy birthday to a time-honoured actress, singer and good friend, June Cole, for whom this song was written. Lyrics by me, music by the wonderful Steve-Paul Simms of Toronto. Miss you, June. ❤️🩹
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#songwriting
#colloboration
#alittlehelpfromSUNO
#friendshipbeyondthislife
Maybe you'll like this. Maybe you won't...
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An expressive watercolour painting of a female northern cardinal
Here is the finished female cardinal. The original and prints will be available on Friday :)
#watercolours #birdart 🪶
Poems for Lent (Day 2)
• Mary Oliver •
My husband and I made a love song and used AI to put in the instruments we don't have. Fun!
Finished #embroidery available on Etsy!
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Losing our words is a writer’s worst nightmare. Don’t forget to backup your work.
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #5amWritersClub
Note your own curiosity about what you're reading. Have a journal close by. Good writing should make you question the way in which you view the world. (If it doesn't, you're reading fluff or propaganda, which is also okay long as you recognize that). Write down your reactions to what you're reading.
So send the card. Buy the chocolates and flowers. Go out for dinner. Get that special present if you want to. Or don't. But do the loving. The most important thing is to do the loving. Do it today, tomorrow and all the days after that. Let your people know that they are loved. Every single day.5/5
Love is recommitment every day to affirm that there are people in your life for whom you would lay down your own. Hard to put that into a card without feeling that cards are beside the point. However, it's also important to remember that no one has a problem with being told that they are loved.4/5
Love is bigger than Valentine's Day. Its permutations go far beyond hearts, chocolates and flowers, dinners out, and expensive presents (all of which are fine in their own right but don't matter much in the face of life's challenges and the world we find ourselves in today). Love is every day.3/5
Later on in life, Valentines Day became the anniversary of the loss of a second child (the first I lost on Labour Day). Now, married to the best man I have ever known, this holiday has become largely irrelevant. It's not that the love isn't there; it is. It just doesn't depend on outward symbols.2/5
Valentine's Day is a complicated day. In my teens, it was a time to pretend that I didn't care about never receiving a Valentine. As a young woman, it became the reason I wrote in to a radio station about how I met my husband so that I could win a prize: an opal ring that I still wear today.1/5
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Intriguing #PoemsAbout prompt today #Undressed, so it will be fascinating to see what the #PoetryCommunity makes of it. Here's my response, a sideways take on the oldest story of all. Many thanks @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk
Chapter One (The Present: Thirty Minutes Before Death) Saturday, December 19, 2026, 7:15 p.m. In exactly thirty minutes, my first life will end. The one where my biggest problems are dad’s expectations and whether I earn a basketball scholarship. But I don’t know that yet. Instead, I’m about one second away from wiping out on this icebox of a driveway, shaky and yawning, with zero knowledge that it’s all about to end. Too bad. The clock’s already ticking. This is the night I’ll play a thousand times over, wondering which of the mistakes I’m about to make will light the match. I line up to shoot my twenty-fifth basket for the day. I peer at my phone, propped on the mailbox, recording. If I miss I’ll hear about it. I’m sorry did I ask for dad’s opinion? Didn’t think so. I bounce the ball anyway. The frigid wind bites at my cheeks and rakes through my brown curls. The ball heats up in my hands, like it’s screaming at me to “make this shot or else.” As if I don’t get shouted at by people enough. Now I’m being threatened by a basketball too. How lovely. Whatever. I’ve made this shot a thousand times. I bet dad’s ass I can make it again. A tiny pressure at my waist makes me jump. “Boo!” My cheeks burn as Lainey’s hands snake around my stomach. Damn her for turning my knees to jelly when I’m supposed to be at work. “God, Lainey, you could have announced yourself.” I turn around in her arms, praying she can’t feel me tense up. “Sorry, Alex.” She chuckles, resting her chin on my shoulder. Her weight feels heavier than usual and she sways, causing us both to stumble back a bit. Laughing, she pulls me tighter into her chest until regaining her balance. “Your arms are freezing, babe.” I nearly melt as she runs her warm hands up and down them. This is where I regret not paying more attention.
Leaving this here!
Black History Month is a time to recognize the lived, shared experience of all Black folks who have fundamentally shaped, challenged, and ultimately strengthened America. It’s about taking an unvarnished look at the past so that we can create a better future.
A vibrant painting of my dining table
Sundays are for…?
11 digital sketches in one image. all quick horse sketches. horses in various poses
30 second horse sketches
Happy Rabbie Burns Day!
A magical scene of ice skaters, and a festival on the Rideau Canal in Ottawa Canada during Winterlude Come enjoy winter like you've never before come explore Canada Nobody does winter like we do Have yourself a great weekend
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Nobody does Winter
like we do
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#canada #buycanadian
Best example I've read besides Do Not Go Gentle.
#musicchallenge
Day 5. A song that feels like "you"
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Portrait of a man sitting on the ground facing the viewer, with his back to an estuary and mountain range beyond. He has his legs stretched out in front of him and hands resting on a walking stick, a pipe in his mouth. The palette is muted: almost entirely French raw umber, dark olive and warm white, with touches of Payne’s grey & ochre. One side is illuminated, whilst the other is heavily shadowed. The idea is to create a sense of transience and stillness (Wyeth was a master of this). The man’s clothes are almost transparent in places, whilst his legs and feet resemble a photographic negative.
The finished piece: oil on panel, 100 x 70cm. Portrait of my late father, from an old photo. I wanted to created a sense of transience, but simultaneously make him part of that place, rooted into the landscape. #portrait #grief #Mawddachestuary #Wales
How Dark the Beginning BY MAGGIE SMITH All we ever talk of is light— let there be light, there was light then, good light—but what I consider dawn is darker than all that. So many hours between the day receding and what we recognize as morning, the sun cresting like a wave that wont break over us—as if light were protective, as if no hearts were flayed, no bodies broken on a day like today. In any film, the sunrise tells us everything will be all right. Danger wouldn't dare show up now, dragging its shadow across the screen. We talk so much of light, please let me speak on behalf of the good dark. Let us talk more of how dark the beginning of a day is.
Happy new year!
I love sharing this poem by @maggiesmithpoet.bsky.social.
I’m reminded this year of Audre Lorde: “These places of possibility within ourselves are dark because they are ancient and hidden; they have survived and grown strong through darkness.”
