Thanksgiving morning I decided to go for a long walk. I had no meetings or work scheduled, so the only thing limiting my time was my bladder. I followed my feet, and ended up walking along the shoreline on the far side of the harbour. Abby was irresistibly cute. She was trying so hard toContinue reading “Hands of Time”
Tag Archives: Reflections
Lurking
It was a simple question, but I was unable to answer. It took all my strength to compose myself and still there was no way I could bring myself to voice his name. I have worked to erase him from my memory for years. Thanksgiving weekend, 21 years ago we were able to escape andContinue reading “Lurking”
My Story
The quote below says a lot. (I was surprised to find that the credit for this quote goes to Harley Davidson, but after some research I have found that many positive, encouraging quotes and sayings are credited to the Harley Davidson company.) Did you ever watch the movie, “The Runaway Bride”? Maggie (Julia Roberts) revealsContinue reading “My Story”
Waiting for life to begin
On my way home the other day, I asked myself, “Why are you still waiting for life to begin?” I had no answer. Tidy piles of notepads, greeting cards, sketch pads and boxes of pens and pencils are stored in many cupboards and on shelves around the house. Blank sheets of manuscript paper are waitingContinue reading “Waiting for life to begin”
Labyrinth
This labyrinth was designed and planted in 2013 when I worked at this church. The lovely hibiscus, Rose of Sharon, in the centre behind the labyrinth was moved from the front entrance and is now thriving. Even though the place is now quite secluded and quiet, when I still lived there it was wide openContinue reading “Labyrinth”
Breathing after Fiona
“All good!” was the message from my daughter early this morning. With tears starting to form after hearing this welcome news, I took a deep breath. It felt like it been hours since I had taken a deep breath. She and her fiancé have survived post-hurricane Fiona only a few weeks after moving to theContinue reading “Breathing after Fiona”
Dad’s roses
After years of working long hours 12 months each year, my father retired at a relatively young age. He was 55 when my brother was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and decided to retire in order to spend more time with my brother, and with mom. My mother struggled so much after losing her son toContinue reading “Dad’s roses”
Connection
The day after I took this photo I walked past the mother orca and her baby again and watched two men carefully trimming the plants to give them a neat and tidy, smooth look. Each May long weekend the mother orca with her baby, riding on the crest of a wave, magically appears. It isContinue reading “Connection”
Golden hour
The period of time before sunset is called “golden hour”. I didn’t know that until 5 minutes ago when I did a google search looking for the word to describe it. What did we do before internet? I remember the day when I was a pre-teen and the large set of World Book Encyclopedias arrivedContinue reading “Golden hour”
Water
What is it about active water that I find so fascinating? I could sit in front of a water fountain or waterfall for hours, listening and watching. The way water interacts with itself, constantly changing paths and streams; the sound of waves hitting the shore near the ocean. Not long ago I watch my youngContinue reading “Water”
Reflections 