Earlier in the month, there was at the Nalis Port of Spain Library, an exhibition celebrating one of the oldest and dearest black box theatres, The Little Carib Theatre in Woodbrook. So i went and am only now showing some of the pics. A little more about The Little Carib Theater HERE
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
CHOICE: a haibun
At age 73 i have already reasoned with myself: you love yourself, you forgive yourself, you take care of yourself. You look yourself in the mirror and you say to yourself - you are beautiful. You had better. For an emptynester waits on no one for comfort or courage for the day ahead.
Those were the days. Ages ago there was no internet, no online poetry groups. No what's app or selfies and certainly no smart phones.
There was wine, prayer, scripture and Holy Mass. There was gym, theatre, telephone dialed calls, good friends with cars and weekends from work to ease the pressure of managing as a single mother; when really a father still exists.
Then there comes the lull and the active days slither away. Some pressure meds made you cough. So you tell your doctor. I'm done with them. You make changes to your diet and words become your new bestie.
De Bussy or Bach -
sunny day with a rain tease
choice of music tracks
CHOICE © gillena cox 2023
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This is Monday WRites 388
You've heard about the Monday Blues
well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
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