Sally Quon is joining us today from Kelowna, British Columbia. Sally is a writer, photographer (see the feature image above), and self professed dirt road diva. Sally’s essays and accompanying photos at Featherstone Creative are insightful, and genuine. Welcome to our poetry party, Sally!
You can experience more of Sally’s creative work by following these links;
Blog: Featherstone Creative
These are unique times for us all, and perhaps even more so for those with the sensibilities and perceptions of a creative. So I’m wondering, Sally, if you might give us a window into how today looks for you by answering these three questions?
1. What is this quieter version of life teaching you?
Sally: There has been a lot of “white noise” in my life. By eliminating that which isn’t necessary, I have more room to appreciate that which is.
Sally: Examining my priorities. Deciding what and with whom I want to invest my time.
Sally: I received an Honorable Mention for a short Creative Non-Fiction piece.
That’s a wonderful bit of good news…congratulations! Thank you again for being here today, and for sharing your lovely poem.
Blessings and peace,
The Eyes of a Child I close my eyes and picture places I once was - the streets where I grew up, the steps behind the church, the woodpile where I used to hide my cigarettes.Are they still there? Years between spaces, sand-worn with age, polished beyond recognition. A glimmer, maybe, like hope. Like thinking somewhere out there things are what they were. Another child’s eyes will widen to see the mice in the shed, the perfect nook in the crab apple tree, the brook that used to flow behind Charley Shipley’s house. There was a game we used to play -- hidden treasure. My sister and I would hide things, each for the other to find. Silver coins and bangles beads from our mother’s chest. I wonder if we found it all? Or if something was forgotten, left waiting all these years? Can you imagine, just for a minute, to be a child discovering long-lost treasure? A Spanish bracelet, or that worn-out exercise book filled with my lost poems.
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Reblogged this on BUDDY BREATHING and commented:
So grateful to reflect on this poem by Sally Quon, offered here a year ago and still fresh and alive. Thanks, Sally.