"Only when I gave my fame to the Hazel shade did the true song come"- by Paul Mathews

Bringing together this work of art is about a deep song forever being sung within me I hope you get a glimpse of The bay of Fundy here as she lives in my soul and I hope with all my heart that you can find ways to visit her often for she is part of the healing ways of Nature.Her peoples come from the four corners of the earth.The Bay of Fundy has been a living part of my being alive now for over 60 years and though cars houses and all things on earth around me have changed she remains steadfastly secure as a being intertwining  heaven and earth.
So I close the singing of her praises,in grateful heart for all the deep and eternally blossoming memories,the friendships,and the knowledge.

Open the mirage that calls you- Philip Lamantia, from Becoming visible

Mary's Point, Riverside NB.    Picture compliments of Dr.Mary Mikea, given to Caithleen when at a visit to Mary's Point,at the beginning of the writing of Bay of Fundy Country.Dr.Mikea passed away in Feb12th,2014

Three things which are always increasing:  the light of fire,the intelligence of truth,the life of existence- these are victorious over all things and are the end of darkness.    Welsh Triad

Tide Pool:   by  Harry Thurston

Pond scum like a cow's hide

hollow without it's animal inside;

limp with no cage of bone to hang upon

                                                                                  Pulp of marsh grass,fabric of cells,

                                                                                  a scared archives waits for meaning-

                                                                                  flourish of bullrush:        Ideogram.

Tides rise as fast as one inch to two inches a minute in July

Brier Island,Bay of Fundy Coastline and a few friends

Camping at Cape Enredge NB Fundy Shores

He and She
"Should one of us remember ,
And one of us forget,
I wish I knew what each will do-
But who can tell as yet?"

"Should one of us remember,
and one of us forget,
I promise you what I will do-
And Im content to wait for you,
And not be sure as yet"

By: Christina Rosetti

Mirage
The hope I dreamed of was a dream
Was but a dream; and now I wake,
Exceeding comfortless , and worn and old
For a dream sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake,
I hang my silenced harp there, wrung, and snapt
For a dream sake.

Lie still, lie still my breaking heart;
My silent heart lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.

By: Christina Rossetti