Finding fresh ways to write timeless truth.
We think about taking the dogs for a walk in the sunshine after lunch but the wind kicks up again. Instead, we leave the pups at home and go for a drive. We stop by the community garden for the first time this year and see nothing reaching through the straw covered area where we
It’s noticeable. Dawn comes earlier and dusk, later. We’re on the other side of the recent cold snap , tiptoeing ever closer to spring. There’s still a ways to go, and spring fever hasn’t kicked in yet, but there’s a sense of coming through that’s undeniable. Meanwhile, we’re still jigsaw-ing and enjoying multiple daily chess
Some weeks drag, others seem to pass by in the blink of a eye. This was one of the latter. (On that note, we seem to be moving through February at an equally swift pace. Strange, for a short month that usually seems so long.) Anyway, it’s time for Friday’s Fave Five—an opportunity to look
The cold snap eases its grip slightly, begrudgingly, giving in to the inevitability of change. If we hadn’t rocked over our front flower bed last year, I imagine I would have seen the green of brave crocuses by now. They would have been covered by snow, and uncovered again, and I’d marvel at their tenacity
It’s dark when I stand in the kitchen wait for coffee to pour from the Keurig and stretch. My eyes wander and light on a little plaque above the window. God bless our home, it says. God bless our home where we are sequestered safe, so they tell us, from a virus named COVID. God
There’s a lot of loud distracting and drowning out. But I’m convinced by wisdom clothed in stillness. The kind of truth found hiding in plain sight in ordinary things and extraordinary moments. A word in season. Eye contact. The scrape of a paring knife on a potato. A pile of peels. A man standing at a
Toss a polar vortex in the middle of pandemic restrictions and you’ve got a string of pretty slow stay-at-home days. And yet I’m juggling a full-ish plate. The paradox is dizzying. Anyway, it’s time for another edition of Friday’s Fave Five and a look back at the week that was. New art supplies. I’m taking
I’m feeling a little overextended. Sounds odd, because I’m home more often than not, but the connected world we live in means it’s possible to have a full-ish plate without even venturing out. I say “full-ish” because what feels heavy to me might be nothing to someone else. And that’s okay. We’re allowed to be
It has been a very mild winter so far here in the interior of British Columbia. Occasional bouts of snow that melts almost as quickly as it arrives, mild temperatures, and a good measure of sunshine. No complaints here. But this week we’re experiencing a polar vortex and for those, like me, who have become
These days I go slow and give myself permission to put balls down. Juggling was never my forte anyway. I’m still jigsaw puzzling, leaning in to the therapy of hours spent putting pieces in place and making something from the chaos of random shapes and colours. I do my best to listen, even when I struggle
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s SUNRISE) and write for five minutes about it. Sequestered, as I am at this time of year, under a Sherpa blanket and with a sleeping Yorkie on my lap here in the den with its south-facing