Weather what?

It started out as a wordless Wednesday walk post, but time even ran away from me on a wordless post. Then I thought ah, Thursday doors, but again, it didn’t make it to the top of the list. So then I thought a Friday finish with doors being a metaphor for something? How about if the doors tied into my reading and I did a #what’sonyourbookshelf? Or do I just throw up my hands and say “what a week” and give it up and hit delete?

#Sundaystills The Road to silence

And with a quick snappy click, the room descended into complete and total silence.

33 links to hope

365 days ago, I felt that hope was hidden, and so it became my focus word. It’s been a good focal point as the year flashes by.

Thursday thoughts

Take care of your memories, for you can not relive them.

Bob Dylan

I reviewed 2022 as I wrote our Christmas letter and thought about the year that is passing and the memories I will carry forward from it.

Trailing it…

I feel incredibly blessed to have many walking trails right outside our back door and through The Gateway. Even when we lived in the city I sought out the nature walks along the river. It grounds me even if the trail is hard slugging (think tall tall grasses or deep deep snow) or hard to find (mostly cow and deer trails and sometimes they disappear). I love to take my littles on a walk and they love to go. There is always something new to see even, when one walks the same area regularly, if observant and mindful. Plus it seems I sort out a lot of mental headspace when I walk.

Week(end) at Bernie’s

For years the guys at work teased me about having a Weekend at Bernie’s. About 5 years ago I finally watched the movie. Dead guys weigh a lot more than he did is all I’m going to say on that subject. As to a real weekend at Bernie’s…spoiler alert. No one died. No one was even spoilt!

Old school indeed

I wanted to make a fancy daily journal but didn’t find the items I had been looking for. So I went old school. Like as basic as it gets as I don’t even any gold stars like we got at school.

No Floral Scent

#SundayStills challenge is a real challenge here where not much is blooming at this time of year. So I decided to do a bit of a retrospective floral show with a bit of a surprise twist at the end.

Didn’t Finish It Friday

It’s another one of “those stories”. The kind that makes other people shake their head at me while I’m busy being annoyed at myself.

In small flashes

It’s arriving, in small flashes. At first I thought it was just spring. You know – more daily sunshine hours and the worst of the cold is gone although lots of snow remains. Perhaps it’s planting a few seeds that will grow up to be tomatoes & other nummy things in a few months. Might be the return to fairly decent sleeps with less back pain and therefore I am less testy/irritable/grumpy out of sorts. But here’s the thing. I think it’s actually hope. Showing up in small flashes. In tiny little ways that kindle more hope. Some very concrete ways and some more the glimmer in the distance. I’ll take it on this roller coaster journey called life.