Wordless Wednesday This Week

Tattered and torn

Hill Tops to the bottom

I sit here quietly on top of the hill. The wind rustles through the aspen grove and the meadowlark’s call seems forlorn today.

#SundayStills Summer Solstice 21

It’s long been “my thing” and I am teaching my grandchildren to stop and appreciate the sunsets as well.

My Happy Place

Even as a youngster I knew where my happy place was. Decades later it’s in the same sort of spot.

Wordless Wednesday – What Was

What was… once
“Remnants” of first Nations lands

What was… once
Now “remnants” of settlers lives

Celestial signs – it’s time

I’ve been silent for a while; pondering, listening and learning. Perhaps I can pull it all together cohesively into a post. I am willing to give it a shot because it’s about acknowledgement and  reconciliation.

After the Storm

After the Storm

It’s back

The end of May brought a serious change. I turned up the June calender and there are lots of activities scheduled. That seems so weird because other than my work it’s been empty for so long. Sports are now allowed here and so my other half resumed his soccer life. There are also meetings, vaccine dates (!) and a doctor’s appointment. Just like that it’s all back.

215

Cruelly, during the nights

215 heartbeats silenced

Bodies dumped out of sight