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Tammie’s Drawing Challenge: Threshold

I love Tammie’s drawing challenge: threshold. It feels very appropriate for me this weekend, because this is my last weekend in Vancouver this year.
And maybe that’s not quite an accurate statement, because I’m off to Seattle first thing tomorrow morning till Sunday night actually…which is why I’m jumping the gun a little and posting my response this evening.

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I was looking at one of my Oxfordshire sketchbooks and realising that, when I get back, home will not be as I left it last September. Home will not look like this late summer collage in my sketch book.

Home will not be this beautiful soft pink air and harvest gold warmth of late summer. Home will be a cold, low sunlight and purple blue shadow of winter. Oxfordshire has crossed the seasonal threshold.

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But home will be even more beautiful for being in winter, with frosty mornings and evening fires with my love, warm cuddles with a soft kitten, friends and neighbours to catch up with, skating on ponds and carolling in the village… and I can’t wait.

As I keep turning the pages I come across another threshold of sorts. A bit more of a dramatic threshold between life and death. It’s a poem I wrote a few years ago and quite forgot about, but it still takes my breath away. It’s a response poem to Robert Fitterman’s poem “This Window Makes Me Feel…” Would you mind very much if I shared it?

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Comments: 9

  • December 4, 2015
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    Loved the poem. Safe journey!

  • December 4, 2015
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    So much beauty to absorb here, standing with you at the threshold of yet another passageway. Safe travels, my friend.

  • December 4, 2015
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    An artist and a poet TOO? Fabulous!

  • December 4, 2015
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    art, poetry, photography and thoughts of travel and seasons
    a touching post
    thank you ~
    safe journey to you as you cross into another land, another home

  • December 5, 2015
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    the seasons – of cause thresholds – I like to think about that!
    and I am thinking of abundance once again while looking at your rich picture collection!
    x Stefanie

  • December 5, 2015
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    There’s a nice threshold between the two parts of your photo collage. And a well chosen poem. – eric

  • December 6, 2015
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    Dear Veronica,
    what a beautiful, mindful poem. So much wisdom in your words and even in the threshold between the tones of Autumn and the coldblueviolett shadows of winter. You make me love this cold part of the year in the North with lot of storm and whiteless wetness.

    Safe travels, Dear!
    Love, Ariane

  • December 6, 2015
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    yes, until she is nothing, or close to. i was thinking, indeed, you may come back to wonder winterland, but then ah! i see the “holiday” cottage rising up in front of my eyes, remember the movie? it may not be set in oxfordshire, but it could be, no? hee hee. safe travels over. your poem is a treasure, as is your panoply of images which will happen again too, later… ah, the turn of seasons, the tresholds this holds. x n?

  • December 11, 2015
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    Hello V .. Oh you are so clever! This is such a lovely post .. Full of colour, travel on the horizon, seasons and your special poem. 🙂

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