Hi, friend, It’s a windy, chilly Tuesday here in Saskatchewan. As usual, Gerry spent the morning at the fitness center. I wrote a note to my granddaughter and popped it in the mail along with a little something I hope delights her, then went and got my hair cut. We just finished lunch, two games…
I follow writers and poets for inspiration and the sheer pleasure of reading their work. What a grand world we live in, where this is possible, and creative work is so accessible. Apart from a growing group of poetry books next to my reading chair, I can dip a net into the online world at…
I thought by now that my propensity to get tied up in thinking, thinking, thinking would have eased, but I still wake in the night imagining scenarios, reliving conversations, and trying to predict the future. It’s a losing game. I come from a long line of deep thinkers. (I don’t know if that’s really true,…
Nothing has to be complicated. In fact, I prefer when it’s not. I no longer decorate or put up a traditional Christmas tree either. Glitter and glitz were fun for a time—mostly back when there were children around. These days, I lean into quiet contemplation around this time of year. We’re looking forward to an…
For each of us, there comes a time to let go. You will know when that time has come. When you have done all that you can do, it is time to detach. Deal with your feelings. Face your fears about losing control. Gain control of yourself and your responsibilities. Free others to be who…
If the weather seers are correct, we’ll see some white stuff later this afternoon. Can’t complain, it’s been a stellar autumn, apart from one ridiculous snowy anomaly back in October when I penned this poem and captured the image of our backyard garden. I don’t think today’s blast will amount to much, but the future…