Growing with gratitude for life's challenges
A plant is something that sits on a sill, grows with attention stays quite still. But plant can be a verb ask any farmer you know whose spring is consumed with making things grow. And what about things that unexpectedly appear are they haphazard, or intentionally placed here? (Thanks to tourmalinenow.com for the One Word […]
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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 […]
Read More“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our sense to grow sharper.” – W.B. Yeats Travelling across North America and back this past winter, every day was filled with discovery, awakening new passion for life. The challenge, I recognized, as our trip wound down, would be to keep this sense of wonder […]
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I am colouring you purple, for the sacredness of your being, for the majesty of your soul. I am colouring you purple, for the joy that you spread – for the laughter that we share. I am colouring you purple for that is the hue that best expresses the infinite capacity of my love for […]
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I’m really just a simple gal, who finds pleasure in simple things, like a flash of yellow at the bird feeder or the surprise of spring abundance and whimsical notions conjured by a treehouse and the neighbourliness of front porches all made extraordinary, when shared. (The Daily word prompt from Fandango is “Simple” )
Read MoreSome stories are better told with pictures: Making memories with Grumpa.
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Four-hundred and fifty square feet has defined our living quarters for the past year. Less space when we are on the road with the slides pulled in. Front to back, the motor home is forty-one feet. It is less than half of the size of our former home, which was a considerable downsize from the […]
Read MoreWhat is it about run down buildings that stirs the imagination? This crumbling facade inspired the poem Abandoned: No voices linger, not even the sound of shattered glass echoes, only bones shedding flesh, an unholy darkness within, a mystery shrouded in silence. This is the schoolhouse where my mother-in-law had her first job as a teacher, […]
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One Woman's Quest II 