Entrez Artisanale pour une cuisine exceptionnelle et un cadre intime

Indeed, Artisanale’s exceptional cuisine and intimate surroundings have no equal in Guelph. I can honestly say that, of all the restaurant experiences I’ve had at home and abroad, the Artisanale experience is tops. From being greeted by the professional, personable staff to a table that suits your intent to the conversation over food that delights the inner chef, every aspect is nurturing and built around the vision and intent of owner/chef, Yasser. And it is all a mere 5 minute walk from my home! Visit: Artisanale, Guelph

my favourite table, Artisanale, Guelph, Ontario, Canada


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Lowering, scouring
clouds, black indigo, creampurple—churning. some this way, some that;
heavingwaves become gleaming silverschools of flashing fish
in whirlpools swirlpools. we, only vapours,
cower—colourless, at a scaredstill

and then we go out, you and I, and inhale the dense electric air in her Eye
point, frame, shoot digital, scamper to the Great Lake’s Edge

Boomcrack. Hurryback.
greatdrops smack. and we lick them—stormtaste
and we love this Great Lakeforce imbibing us

the heavens open—gods thunderspeak
we close the door, pull up a chair, faceout upon
echobooms of Jupiter and Mars. thunderstruck

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i’m writing while
murmurings meet each other
introduce themselves and form
pods of murmurs murmurpods lilypads that i sense see feel
do you?
they drift lazily around
the chairs and fall into planters and onto
the floor, collecting, breeding
layers and layers of them

from cancerwords
by Ellyn Peirson
Link: Amazon: cancerwords

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The Maestro and the Prioress kept me cloistered as a child. They were particularly concerned that I never trust anyone with a mask. “The tradition is evil, Anna,” they would remind me. “It was once prohibited because of dreadful crimes committed by those concealed in masks. Even in convents! It’s too terrible to tell you what happened. Now the mask is important again. Particularly when people go out to gamble in the night. Never go near anyone with a mask.” How could this happen? As they would never let me out of the Pieta unless we went to the Basilica or the Scuola to perform, I could never understand this! And then one evening…” [from Antonia of Venice] – Antonia of Venice

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This is what I have to say about the tragedy in Quebec City on Sunday night. There are no adequate words… except my love for my country and her people. We remain a distinct northern beautiful country… The True North Strong and Free. I left the contrail in the picture to speak metaphorically. Our eternal flame is the entrance to this image.

O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

Parliament Hill, Ottawa, Canada

I dedicate our national anthem to all immigrants & refugees who have come and who are all to come to life in Canada. And I humbly thank our First Nations People for letting us stomp all over this country and confiscate your land… we have so much work still to do with you!

our world class Toronto Symphony Orchestra:
Oh Canada – the TSO

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Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

(by Emma Lazarus – on the Statue of Liberty)

What’s happened? Mr. Trump’s obsession with Twitter seems to have morphed into issuing executive orders. Yesterday he temporarily banned immigration to the U.S. from seven predominantly Muslim countries and indefinitely suspended the Syrian refugee program. The president said in his order that their entry “would be detrimental to the interests of the United States.”  Today, some Muslims have been detained at Kennedy Airport.

Last weekend I was celebrating the Women’s March on Washington.

This weekend I am stunned… gobsmacked… shocked… by the new man in the oval office.  Where did this illegal edict to keep people out of the USA come from? There is no validation in doing something so unconstitutional just because of the office he holds.  There is no reason for pre-judging people in sweeping generalizations – every human being must be deemed as valuable before being proved otherwise.  Are we not all part of some ancestral “huddled mass”?

My American friends are scared and angry.  Many Canadians feel we’re too close for comfort.  I hear comments from around the world on the news reacting to this detaining of passengers.  Now we see another powerful protest that sprang spontaneously from the outrage against this executive order.

We cannot, in the free world, step onto a platform of paranoia and judgmentalism.

an executive order a day
keeps sanity at bay;
two or more executive orders a day
keeps the world’s respect at bay…

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When we bought Spindrift in 1987, it certainly didn’t look like this. Now it is sturdy, fortified and capable of standing up to any dazzling Lake Huron storm or seiche. When I was new there, I didn’t have a model of abundance for myself. I had it for my children, though, and so I could see it in action through them as they claimed “the centre of the universe” and “the door to a parallel universe.” Apparently, there were fresh water whales, too. Glenn showed them to younger Michael and Ian on a rowboat ride when they were visiting and they saw them. Yes, they did! Ah, the imagination! And there was the famous early holiday weekend when we managed to sleep 17! Lake Huron became my mother. I called her The Great Womb as I sat on the previous rickety deck and came to terms with the loss of my beautiful father. And I read When You Meet The Buddha On The Road, Kill Him and I swam and dived and cooked and read and conversed. And I healed to the point of bonding with Lake Huron in a way that is painful to me now… at least it was until a couple of days ago. It came to me that grief can be selfish. How dare I be Continue reading “to Spindrift, a love letter”

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I believe I come from light and will return to light, and that I am here for the purpose of advancing my soul. This is my credo.  ~ E.E. Peirson

This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.  ~ D. H. Lawrence

You have a belief system. Whether you’re aware of it or not, you have a belief system. Whether you believe in God or the Abyss or something in between, you have a belief system. I’m not saying you must believe what and the way I do, although it has been worked out over a longer period than many. I am saying that you need to be conscious about your belief system and develop, develop, develop it.

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Doris Lessing’s book, The Cleft, has stayed with me and puzzled me since I was among its first readers in 2007. The puzzle began to come together for me over this past weekend with the phenomenal upsurge of feminine power (which doesn’t belong only to women) all over the world.

I thought about The Cleft when I was in Portugal in 2015, specifically when I saw this sculpture in a parking lot (how wonderfully Portuguese!). This spoke to me of Lessing’s premise that the world was, eons ago, inhabited by female sea creatures who eventually moved onto land. I thought of myself and my own children when I saw this. And so it symbolizes the weekend of She The People. What I humbly believe is that Lessing’s larger, soothsayer message was lost by her many critics on this work. You simply have to let it simmer at the back of your mind for a long time.

The caves are old… They are high in the rocks, well above any waves, even big ones, even the biggest. In stormy seas you stand on the cliffs and look down and think that water is everything, is everywhere, but the the storm stops and the sea sinks back its place. We are not afraid of the sea. We are sea people. The sea made us… We are The Cleft, The Cleft is in us, and we have always made sure it is kept free of saplings that might grow into trees, free of bushes. [quote from The Cleft]

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sinking into the soft monotone –
Sesimbra day blue… not
the blue of monotony – rather
the azure of monotones, barely
seen and felt deeply, sinkingly
in the soul. you be who you want, sipping red
sangria, singing baritone until you’re sure you
see monotone Morocco. and i, white cerulean-
tinged, laugh screech caw and catch a
sardine, for i the common
gull can go wherever i want at the drop
of a bread
crumb and the snap of
wing. caw!

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I’ll write more on this later… I need to let it sink in…


are we a nation of immigrants or a nation of ignorance?

Shy people, you’ve got 2 hours to get over it!

this is the upside of this, the downside Continue reading “no and know by woman”

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