Linda Hoye
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I’ve Moved to Substack
My blog is now published exclusively on Substack. Please join me there!
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I’m Moving, But Not Far
I don’t always like it either, but if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that change happens. This is a painless one, though, I promise. I’m moving my blog to Substack. For some time, I’ve been publishing the same posts here and there, almost as if I purchased a new home but kept…
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The Art of Stepping Away
“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again.” Georgia O’Keefe It wasn’t my intention to step away from this space for most of the summer, but as time went by, more and more, it seemed the right thing for me. Twice I opened my MacBook, thinking I’d tap out…
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It’s Not Too Late
I follow some Saskatchewan gardening pages on Facebook. Lately (it’s late-June as I write this), I often see questions asking if it’s too late to plant something. Responses vary from “no, it’s not too late” to short answers in the negative to those requesting more information like “Where are you located?” (The growing zone in…
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Living Beyond My Means
I started writing this post a week ago, then ran out of both desire and energy to continue. In short, I was experiencing what I had started to write about and was empty. Nothing to be done about it but to step away and refuel. I’m sitting at my desk that looks out onto our…
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She Remembers
Yesterday, I was going through one of my old blog books from 2018. It was the year I posted something every day, and it offers a snapshot of daily life. That summer, as usual, our granddaughter, who was nine-years-old at the time, spent a few weeks with us for “Camp G & G.” Also, as…
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Some Days Are Meant For Meandering
In the morning, we have coffee with a couple we hadn’t met before. Writers, the pair of them. All isn’t as we wish it to be in the world, but we have technology that facilitates connection that otherwise wouldn’t happen. That’s a gift. Turns out he and I are distantly related on the Letkeman side.…
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There Have Always Been Words
In the mid-1990s, I lost my footing and fell into an abyss. I won’ describe the circumstances or the depth of my grief and depression, my dissection and examination of everything that came before and during, or of my stop-and-go journey toward healing. Suffice to say, those were really tough years. I took to the…
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Greening
Once the weather turns in spring, it’s as if trees, knowing the growing season in Saskatchewan is relatively short, kick into high gear. The increase in growth from day to day everywhere I look astounds me. Everywhere I see greening. Lately, I’ve been thinking about cycles and how they order our lives. The turning of…
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And . . . Exhale
Canadians have elected a new Prime Minister. I’m not going to comment on the results of yesterday’s election. The man who will represent our home and native land, and the party he represents, is not the point of this post. (I’m tapping out these words on Monday afternoon. The results haven’t started coming in yet,…
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Unorthodox Easter
Early this year, I wrote an intention in my notebook: set aside time and space each quarter for retreat. My desire sprang from three days in which my husband was away, and that I spent in silence and solitude at home reading the mystics, praying, getting grounded, and just being. Having no clear picture of…
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A Tender-Minded Person’s Survival Guide
Two mornings ago, the power surged when I was in the bathroom performing my morning routine, disrupting the on-off light schedule on the hydroponic garden on my kitchen countertop. Molly and I use that light to inform our rising every morning. She usually wakes first when the light goes on at 4:30 a.m., then lets…
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