The Gift of Friendship

I am the one who put forth the relationship challenge this week, and I have to confess, I am struggling with how to articulate my feelings.   Fast approaching my sixtieth birthday, I find I am sentimental, or maybe, it’s that after years of isolation due to illness, I now treasure relationship more than ever. […]

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V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #4: Relationships

“The people we are in relationships with are always a mirror, reflecting our own beliefs, and simultaneously we are mirrors, reflecting their beliefs.”                             – Shakti Gawain A friend of mine used to say (and I paraphrase). “May you experience as many relationships […]

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Relationship Ruptures

The sign on the community pool clearly indicated that the pool was closed, and the gate was locked, but that didn’t stop my friend from scaling the fence and jumping in.  Our other friend hesitated only briefly before joining her, and I stood by in disbelief. It was day one of our girls’ getaway, and […]

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Back to Campbell River

We’ve just had lunch in Comox – a quaint, mostly retirement community, judging by the services that line the main street.  Mary’s, a small cafe with gluten-free options, is where we met up with Pippa for our last day of exploration on the island. The plan from here is to head north.  I tag along […]

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The Gift of Friendship

Pippy has driven down from Campbell River with her girlfriend, Sandy and her dog, Sam.  We decide to leave the men to bond while we women go out for lunch and some catch up time. I take them to Gabriel’s Gourmet Cafe, where Ric and I ate on our first day here.  It is busy […]

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Driving up Vancouver Island

One tooth is repaired, and the other, accompanied by another prescription for antibiotics, will have to be pulled when we get home.  At least I can eat on the one side.  The dentist thinks the muscle spasms I was having in my face caused me to clench and the pressure broke my teeth.  Anyway, TMI. […]

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The Spirit of Wild Horses

We’ve come back to Coon’s Bluff in hopes of seeing the wild horses.  The day is crystal blue, without a cloud in the sky.  My heart is heavy. I woke up in the middle of the night, with the lines of a poem running through my head.  Without turning on the light, I reached for […]

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