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I write about ordinary days wrapped in a faith that keeps me afloat in a world where storms show up without warning.
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What’s On My Mind
We’ve enjoyed a great week that included a fun and fabulous visit from Gerry’s sister, Barb, and her husband, Laurie. Company means an opportunity to play tourist in the city where you live and we did that. We also just enjoyed spending time together laughing, enjoying good conversation, and playing a fun new game (Codenames.…
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We’re Expecting
If you follow me on Facebook, you’re already privy to the exciting news in our household. One of these sweet Yorkie babies is coming home with us in a little over three weeks! Preparing for the new arrival is exciting, tinged with bittersweet, having said goodbye to Murphy and Maya so recently. Bringing a…
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When the Cat (Read: Husband) is Away
Both my Kindle and Kobo are charging, so I thought I’d pop in and say hello! It’s quiet around here with Gerry back in B.C. hiking. So quiet, in fact, that I’ve resorted to tuning into the local radio station sometimes—unheard of for one, like me, who embraces silence as often as possible. I’m talking…
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Storm Passing
I rise early, as usual, and am struck again by the quiet. It’s different; this time with no dog keeping me company and giving structure to my days. I fill the kettle and set it to boil, spoon loose tea into my brewer, and turn to the north-facing window, There’s an interesting pattern of cloud;…
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Mid-July . . . and a nod to the girl I was and the woman I am
After morning watering, I harvested the first of many Sugar Plum tomatoes from the garden and plucked the first cucumber from the vine. I had already picked a bowl of green beans and tucked them in the fridge. After tomorrow’s picking, I’ll snap, blanch, and tuck them away in the freezer for winter. Our upright…
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An Old School Blog Post
Still coming down from the high that the Saskatchewan Festival of Words was last week and more than a little surprised and grateful that little ol’ Moose Jaw is home to this event. I’m inspired as a reader, writer, and person by the sessions I attended and chewing on next steps (apart from diving into…
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Experiences
It’s been another week full of experiences and it’s about to get better. But it’s also been a week of melancholy—I saw it coming—so I’m gentle with myself. Walks in the beautiful Wakamow Valley provide healing balm. We traveled to Regina and immersed ourselves in the Beyond Van Gogh experience with friends, enjoyed lunch at…
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Where Has the Week Gone?
It’s Saturday afternoon, and we’re just back from walking in the Wakamow Valley. Gerry was there earlier on an inaugural wander with a few folks on what he hopes is the start of a Moose Jaw hiking club (Who saw that one coming?). Moose Jaw is holding its annual Sidewalk Days event, which translates into…
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And Then There Were Two
June, the last week especially, went by in a whirlwind. Our daughter flew in to attend our granddaughter’s Grade 8 farewell celebration and, the next day, they both boarded a plane and headed home to Kamloops. With no Yorkies in residence at the moment and a granddaughter gone home with her mama, Gerry and I…
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Wakamow
We walk trails—both new and familiar—wandering in mostly silence, being present in this place. It is hot and I wish I had brought my water bottle stead of leaving it in the car. We stop to rest on a weathered wooden bench—or rather, I do. He could walk for hours without feeling winded, but makes…
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The Gift of Ordinary
I am sitting at the desk in my office. It faces the window and I see Gerry going back and forth from the garage to the backyard where he is fixing the gate leading from our backyard to the alley. I love that we have a back alley. We had one when I was a…
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Taking Care
Life is moving along at a comfortable and balanced pace, you’re getting things done while taking time to be present, grateful and graced with a tank sufficiently full so there’s enough to pour out, and then—boom!—an unexpected something causes you to lose your footing. I’m feeling that way these days having said goodbye to a sweet…
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