Sylvia Shawcross Well its enough to drive you around the bend and put bubbles in your veins trying to understand the world as it is unfolding. Watching Mattias Desmet being interviewed here, I remember a criticism of his theory being that he attributes everything bad happening right now to the psychology of the masses and …
Sylvia Shawcross In a stream of consciousness world there are no paddles for your boat. There will come a time when you’re sitting in a smoke-filled place from the out of control wildfires, the chicken balls you had for lunch might be crickets in disguise, the cat and the dog both have bird flu, the …
Sylvia Shawcross Well it is possible to be optimistic about the future really. I know that’s a ridiculous statement but truly, if we look at the span of time one day, oh maybe 100 years from now, maybe less, we, the mooing herds, will be getting reparation monies and recognition. We will be loved and …
Sylvia Shawcross I hesitated to write this piece for two reasons: I’m not a member of the 2SLGBTQI* community and therefore do not know the experience and most importantly because this whole issue is a terribly divisive issue. Those who would prosper from pain are very good at divide and conquer. If you ever venture …
Sylvia Shawcross It is the first time the crows did not come in the morning. Under the red sun and yellow skies. In the forty years I have been here it was the first morning I did not hear their loud impatience. The air did not smell of the smoke of the northern wildfires but …
Sylvia Shawcross I am living out my days in what once was a forested community but now a growing suburbia of machines and city noise. It is and was an early model for “sustainable development” in its day but oddly all it brings is the sound of construction sites and city sirens and a lot …
Sylvia Shawcross Waking up to the red sun in the morning when sailors take warning is a miracle nevertheless. The world turns as it always has. Early in June here in the grand country of Canada, in the province of Quebec the lily of the valley honeys the air. As does, or as will the …
Sylvia shawcross So I was on the phone to a government department and was speaking to the computer. Or rather the computer was speaking to me. Going on and on about something I didn’t give a rattlesnake’s arse about. Now, I’ve learned that you can just say “stop!” and that infernal non-human thing will actually …
Sylvia Shawcross So we’re having a Dogwood Spring some would say here in this part of the world. Early in the morning the ground frosts the edges of leaves and the bright taste of the cool air catches at memories of times passed. Around us, despite our human scampering and musing, nature still does what …
Sylvia Shawcross I understand Easter Island now. Those heads and bodies huge on the horizon of the islands staring magnificently out to the world as if to say “I am here.” Waiting for the ships. Waiting for friend or foe to arrive with all their foreign ways and presumptive gods and pretzels. So they can …
