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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…