Powerless, Part Two

The heat mat and lights are tucked away for another year. There are no more plants left in my laundry room. No more toting them outside in the morning and bringing them in at night. Everything’s planted and gardening season is in full swing.

We’re anticipating  a hot, summer- like weekend (woo hoo!), the second one without electricity as BC Hydro completes some maintenance work in our neighbourhood. No matter. We’ll manage quite nicely without it.

Gerry’s going hiking today and, aside for a trip to the community garden to water, I’ll settle in at home for a quiet and creative day to write, read, and paint. I’ll spend a good chunk of time out in the yard with the dogs. I’ll bask in solitude and silence and refill my well.

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I’m enrolled in Jean Haines Online Watercolour School (that’s a retirement hobby I didn’t see coming!). This week we painted a white Bichon Frise. I won’t have online access this weekend thanks to the power outage but I have one of her books to guide my brushstrokes as I return to painting flowers. Such fun, this creativity.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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