Tag Archives: metaphor
Symbol of American Politics
American Bald Eagle I got this image during today’s afternoon nap. I think it’s informative and enlightening. A bald eagle is a bird of prey, but it usually only hunts fish, like salmon. In order for it to fly, both … Continue reading →
Contradiction in Terms: How this Idiom Seems like Nonsense
Getting on Like a House on Fire Yesterday, I took my first increased dose of Ozempic (.5 mg) and suffered from indigestion, nausea and diarrhea all afternoon. I thought, last night, that a good night’s sleep would sort me out. … Continue reading →
Metaphor: Caterpillar, Cocoon and Butterfly
Rebirthing I’ve been re-reading Bob Frissell’s book for a couple of weeks now. I had forgotten that his spiritual work was centred on Rebirthing. My wife, Susan, is presently waiting for a monarch butterfly to complete his metamorphosis. The two … Continue reading →
Was There Something in the Air That Year?
No Man’s Brother (1984) There I was, writing a book about furtrading in the Canadian North, and suddenly I realized I’d been pipped at the post. Obviously, these things happen, but it knocked the wind out of my literary sails. … Continue reading →
The Beaver House (VIII)
Chapter Eight Meanwhile, Pierre was dreaming, too. But his dream was not pleasant. In fact, he was having a nightmare about his close brush with death at the hands of his Mohawk capturers. Scenes of scalding, joint amputations, beatings and … Continue reading →
The Beaver House (VII)
Chapter Seven Kijik lay on her mat, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips. She’d been dreaming of her god-spirit and he had been showing her intimacies that had so far eluded her experience. With each dream-vision, … Continue reading →
The Beaver House (VI)
Chapter Six “To begin with, I was adopted in my early teens by a Mohawk family. They saved me from a torturous death and to them I shall be eternally grateful. Then I escaped from the tribe by killing three … Continue reading →
The Beaver House (V)
Chapter Five “Welcome, friend from the People of the Place of Fire, how was your voyage?” Pierre looked up to see the huge Indian in front of him. Holding out his hand in friendship, he said, “Greetings from the Potawatomi, … Continue reading →
The Beaver House (IV)
Chapter Four Ahmik stood apart from the rest of his tribe, in many ways. He was tall, handsome and well-muscled. He was also chaste, a most unusual trait. For days at a time, he would think about Kijik, because he … Continue reading →
The Beaver House (III)
Chapter Three She was called Kijik, meaning ‘Sunshine’, by her abductors. Although her disposition was basically sunny, she didn’t always feel that way, especially these days. Sometimes her feelings were so passionate, and her moods so petulant, that she would … Continue reading →
