215

Cruelly, during the nights

215 heartbeats silenced

Bodies dumped out of sight

Make Monday Meaningful

Something I read yesterday stuck with me and early early this am I created my own version. Then I coloured it and organized the side of the fridge around it. It takes me to “my happy”.

2 years “out”

2 years ago today I stepped into semi-retirement. I’m not going to lie, for some reason it felt scary. Giving up who I was professionally, decreasing our income and walking into uncharted territory. There seemed like more questions than answers.

Rebalancing 2020

In hindsight it seems like an interesting word that I was drawn to late last year. In essence it seems simple. Re-balance. Balance again or restore to the correct balance. Right? Sounds simple. Move a few things around to shift the load so to speak.

The storm rages on

The storm rages on and gathers momentum. It plummets the land and obscures vision. Suddenly it dies down and the people wait, with bated breath, and wonder if it’s over or if this is the eye of the storm. In a flash the intensity returns and multiples. The people hunker down and hope for the best.

Mindfully

The wind flashes over the golden leaves and wafts the smell of supper under my nose. The endless flyby of migrating geese fill the ears with the sound of loved ones keeping in touch. The sun has lost its warmth as evening creeps closer but for now the golden hour holds sway. The harvest sounds have faded around the valley and everywhere there are naked fields. The cows are moving on out to find their favourite morsels to munch on before bedding down for the night. I sit on a hard cold stone step; one built with skill, persistance and love.

Use the china

Use the old good china. Put pizza on it if you want. Gaze out the window and enjoy the colours. Cuddle with whomever is in your bubble. Decorate the door even if no one else sees it. Listen to the leaves rattle in the trees. Smell the change that rain brings to the air and take a deep breath.

Anniversary Day

I awoke to an anniversary announcement, one that I wasn’t actually expecting. I had not forgotten our wedding vow date nor my children’s wedding anniversaries. No indeed WordPress wanted to congratulate me on making it to 6 years.

Sunday Sighs

I sit. I ponder. I dig. I sigh.

Something to Think About

What if these “are the good old days”? What if next year we look back and realize that a summer without big plans, a summer without too many commitments, a summer set within our homes and yards wasn’t such a bad thing. It’s a different spin on how to look at the whole Covid19 situation.