Author Archives: hdavies

Cooped up inside while the world outside sits frozen in ice, I’ve been aching for the thaw of spring. That restless energy recently drew my mind back to a Tai Chi course Dad and I took years ago. He was … Continue reading →

As February unfolded, the Alice in Wonderland references in my life continued to emerge. I began to work my way through the second story Through the Looking Glass, a sequel noted for charming chess-board pieces and an irreverent play at logic and convention. … Continue reading →

I recently finished The Middle Ages: A Graphic History, one of the last books Dad gave me for my birthday (at my request). He appreciated the use of art as a way to tell a story; his interest in graphics began … Continue reading →

Today it occurred to me we are living the last blessed days before encroachment and 100% saturation of AI. Although AI is rapidly seeping into nearly every facet of life, making significant inroads, it isn’t entirely endemic just yet. We … Continue reading →

Above, a delightful Alice in Wonderfland teacup set, previously gifted by Dad, complete with text from the story spiralling downward in the cup. A strange chain of events “down the rabbit hole” sort of moment unfolded yesterday, the day before … Continue reading →

With the latest news release, Alberta government is celebrating 75 years of Alberta being rat free, but I’d argue the biggest rats of all are sitting in the legislature these days.

I wanted to mark this day in some memorable way… A year ago today was Dad’s Celebration of Life and afterward we laid him to rest with roses at his grave. My heart urged me to post this poem, and … Continue reading →

How I acheTo climb your leafy rungsHeading skyward into azure possibility But I remain grounded todayPaying plumber bills and waiting for unreaponsive banks

Yesterday the song playing on repeat in my head was the wistful “Stones in the Road” by Mary Chapin Carpenter, the first chorus of the song as below: And the stones in the roadShone like diamonds in the dustAnd then … Continue reading →