Growing with gratitude for life's challenges
Thank you to Indie Blu(e) Publishing for including my work in their latest anthology. Through the Looking Glass: Reflecting on Madness and Chaos Within gives voice to those otherwise silenced through stigma or marginalization. The anthology features stories, poem, and artwork. Through The Looking Glass is available through Amazon.ca, Amazon.com, and other major online book […]
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Don’t know about you, but I have so much to learn. “The time is always right to do what is right” MLK said. The rest is up to me.
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Just before his surgery, Ric took me for a drive to “show me something”. We turned off the main route and travelled down a dirt road lined on either side by tall trees. “Should see it any moment,” he teased as I eagerly craned my neck for whatever “it” was. And then the tree line […]
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The boy at the door was tall and slim, and although I had no idea who he was, he said: “You must be V.J.!” A whoosh of Mom’s skirt obliterated my response. She was hugging and kissing him and exclaiming: “Oh my! Can’t believe it is you!” Then my sisters were there, crowding our small […]
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It was a neighbour girl that started it. We played together one day – a rare occurrence, as she seldom came outside. “How do you know you’re not adopted?” she hissed at me, as if to say: You don’t know everything. I started to answer, but then, the words got stuck. How did I know? […]
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Monday we were excited about the possibility, but then overnight doubts set in for me. He talked me through it, assuaged my fears. The house around the corner with the beautiful views also needs work. We called the owner for another viewing. Ric was right. My concerns were not founded. I was in. But then […]
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Summer arrives on its own schedule, painting the landscape a luscious green. The heat of the day keeps us tucked in a cool house, but not without restlessness. Ric offers a late afternoon drive and parks near a trail so I can wander in. Tall oaks, beech trees, and maples create a canopy of shade. […]
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The dogs stir at the first hint of daylight. I rise with them, grumbling about lack of sleep, until the sun emerges full and bright – something we haven’t seen in awhile. “I used to be a morning person,” I say out loud. I’m am feeling the unrest of being shut in. Ric emerges just […]
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Actually, the dogs get out to circle the neighbourhood every day. Ric does the walking. He does the grocery shopping, picks up meds, and deals with all other outside matters. I stay home, guarding my high risk. We do try to maintain some normalcy by ordering out once a week. In our small town the […]
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Time stands still; we waitthe noise of speculation stark contrastto the reality that confronts us Where do we go from hereand what authority to trustand in this imposed solitude can we find the strengthof reflection, the courageto follow an inner lead? Be safe out there all. Inspired by the promptings of Eugi’s Causerie: courage; and […]
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One Woman's Quest II 