Growing with gratitude for life's challenges
Mother Mallard and her baby ducks foraged along the shoreline of Sparrow Lake at day’s end. As she waddled past the dock, her little ducklings fell in line, like wind-up toys trying to catch up. All except one little fellow, who lost in his own world got left behind. “Peep! Peep!” He let out a […]
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The shores of Lake Huron hold many memories for both Ric and I. He grew up in a small community just outside of Sarnia, Ontario, where the Bluewater Bridge crosses over to Port Huron, Michigan. My family spent many summers cottaging in the area, and my parents retired to the lake. Lake Huron is said […]
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It’s hard to decipher, when staring through glass who is eyeing whom, is it me or the….bass? And what happened to treasures left to rot surely they held such dreams when first bought? And if reincarnation is part of the deal, where do I sign up to return as a seal? I’d make friends with […]
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I hope not all Canadians are not as noisy and messy as the goose that bears our country’s name, but I do know many of us are as industrious as the beaver: (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Quintessential)
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It is the combination of trees and rocks and water that holds such allure for me. Here in Muskoka, it is easy to understand how artists such as the Group of Seven were inspired to capture such beauty. The weather has been perfect for our visit on Sparrow Lake, and my body has graciously […]
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North of Toronto, Canada, there is an area of lakes known as Muskoka. Having traveled extensively over the winter, and marvelled at many new and exotic landscapes, we return to the places of our youth with a new appreciation and respect for what we have here at home. Muskoka and the Haliburtons are vacation destinations, […]
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On the road, everyday is defined by a sense of adventure and discovery – an attitude I feared I’d lose on returning home. In truth, these past six weeks of settling back in have focused on family and friends and doctors visits. All good, and yet, already, I notice that carving time for writing is […]
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An orange flash dipped in front of the truck, with no time to veer. We arrived at our destination to find a Baltimore oriole embedded in the front grill. I was heartbroken. At any other time, the appearance of an oriole would be auspicious. Usually showing up in pairs, these birds arrive in summer and […]
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Light fades, the sun’s optimism giving way to darkness’ shadows my eyes are drawn to hidden places warily seeking the source of this creeping sensation what beasts inhabit crevices, what creatures lurk and are these merely trees that loom over me or the incarnation of trapped souls taunting my passage? (Written for All The Shoe’s […]
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Five-year-old Sloane came for a sleepover with Grandma and Grumpa this weekend. Imagine the delight when we Sloane and I came upon this mother and her little ones: Mother Mallard was not as delighted to see us and ushered her ducklings into nearby brush: but new life, once revealed, is seldom content with being hidden, […]
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One Woman's Quest II 