I stood, sheltered from the cool breeze in the doorway. The sun warmed the door and the heat started to strip away the grunge in my brain. Sleep hadn’t been my friend again and the alarm felt rude and unnecessary. But a plan is a plan so I rose although I can definitely say there was no shine.Continue reading “Rebalancing on the road”
Today is the start of summer which coincided, this year, with father’s day. It is also National Indigenous Day. It seems like an easy one to blog about, especially seems I have permission to share some super cute photos of our littles.
It started out as a cloudy cool day but the weather turned around. It ended as the perfect summer evening; no wind, no clouds and a sunset that shimmered into a radiant red band across the entire north horizon. The kind of evening that sucks one into staying up late because 10:30 looks like 8:45!
Garden produce was picked for part of our picnic lunch today so what a great start to summer that is. Growing your own food is so incredibly satisfying.
An impromptu picnic lunch was served on the beach blanket amidst smiles, giggles and snuggles. Again the kind of moment that just makes your heart swell with joy. The man of my dreams is a wonderful father and as a grampa – well it’s just the best to see and it’s hard to find the words to express how incredible it feels.
An outside supper topped off our day; cooked and served by our talented daughter; who incidentally thinks her dad is pretty darn terrific. Father’s Day is hard there though because our son in law lost his dad a few years ago and the whole he left remains evident. Grampa Gary is spoken of often and I feel he would be so proud of the type of dad his son has become.
The level of joy today in our personal lives was at the top of the charts. Which brings into focus how much we take our white privilege for granted.
There are so many indigenous children who didn’t know their dad’s growing up; sent off to residential schools so young. Far too many who had no idea of how to live off the land. How to grow your food and your soul by being centered within a family. These things were stripped from generations of those that lived on this land long before we settled it. It’s important that we listen and learn. That we recognize the pain and suffering that has been part of their daily lives now for more than a century.
It’s late and it’s an early alarm day. I feel like I could have done all the subjects more justice given more time but I also feel it’s important that I hit post today otherwise it’s too little too late.
Although the title refers to a sewing term it definitely is not a blog about creative time. Could actually be the reverse as I feel like creative time is now at a premium.Continue reading “No easing In”
There are a lot of blessings for sure but they are running alongside some significant buts…Continue reading “A mixed up bag”
It’s been rather quiet over here for a few days. Lots to mull over and lots to do. The post called
There have been tears this week. The pandemic has faded to the background as Canada had faced another terror.Continue reading “#StrongerTogether#TousEnsemble”
First I went rogue from my lists and then I drifted into redneck country. I was actually going to do a funny post about that but it got totally derailed by someone else’s actions.Continue reading “Not So Helpful”