Spring melt at Bronte Creek

Spring melt on Bronte Creek

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Mapping (Certainty)

Mapping (Certainty)

When I come back this way this guy is speaking into a microphone. He’s on a rant against Islam. Islam attracts people who desire “fleshly living,” he tells us. Oh yeah? Talk to some of the Muslim women I know, who wake up before dawn to fit in one of five daily prayers, some of which they practice in stairwells off their offices at work. They wear head scarves that expose them daily to racism. They put up with men who expect them to carry the burden of soul.

I don’t speak, I walk past. I remember the rule (which I have often broken, once or twice to good effect)–never look a crazy person in the eye. Certainty is certain. That’s what it is. It isn’t tolerance and there is no leap, no bridge, between them.

ps Masochists? What about sadists?

Outside looking in

Outside looking in Just before leaving the bakery I rubbed my hand over the door. I like the effect of my hand marks combined with the strangely present reflection of my fingers as I look back on the warm possibilities of what is offered. Took this today after a significant thaw–a swing of nearly 30 degrees. Three days ago I was waiting for CAA to come jump start my car, afraid that the elements would defeat me. Wow. Warmth seems to be overtaking cold, as if desire and the object of desire were–could really be–getting closer. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/09/daily-prompt-outside-2/