As 2023 winds down, I can’t help but look back with gratitude at the past twelve months living here in Moose Jaw, the fulfillment of a half-century held dream of mine.
It wasn’t a perfect year; they never are. There are always tears. Always struggles. Always sorrow. But, if we can come to the end of a year with intangible treasures tucked away in our hearts and minds, we can call it a good one. We pay attention so we can recognize these gifts and can carry them with us into the future.
Here are some prairie images of this, our first, Saskatchewan year. I still can hardly believe I get to call this place home.