In the last two days I have started and deleted two blog posts. They both seemed so superficial in light of the tragic events in the world Continue reading “Start Over”
10 wooden crates and 5 soldiers in uniform on the stage. It doesn’t seem like enough to transport you to the hearts and minds of those Continue reading “A Soldier’s War*”
I try to spend some time during the first 11 days of November reading and thinking about commitment, sacrifice and freedom. There is always a story, or two, that speak to me.
I want to share a Continue reading “Remembrance Project 2018”
This post started out a lot differently than it is going to end.
On Wednesday, or Tuesday perhaps as holidays distort the days of the week, I awoke to a Continue reading “The “Sign””
There are things in life you cannot un see
There are things in life you cannot un hear Continue reading “Written with Tears”
I’ve been working on this blog post for several days and the words just won’t come. Perhaps it’s the subject matter or the lack of time. I ruminated on it during a few walks which is when the words usually fall into place. But alas without my Continue reading “Path Setter “
I misplaced my phone. Again. Somehow my keys and phone never seem to be where my brain thinks they are.
Although it seems random perhaps it’s not. I’ve felt lately that reading has been a missing element in my life. I’m meandering through the original Anne of Green Gables as we watched the new series on CBC. I so enjoy Lucy Maud Montgomery’s incredible talent with words but the chase of the story isn’t there as I’ve perhaps reread them half a dozen times.
So on my much needed break from the dungeon I wandered upstairs to the library. In two seconds the visual of four women in an old car pulled me in. Once I read the title and skimmed the synapse of the story I was hooked.
I laughed, I cried and I pondered. I’m not advocating a traveling funeral, as I have mine planned out for here at home, but the heart of the book is really about living life to the fullest. It’s about loss and pain but also about accepting the parts that make us us.
Now the book is going travelling. I’m sending it along to a close friend who will be instructed whom to send it to and so on. Once it returns to me I’ll return it, well used, to the library. Reading enriches our lives as does friendship so this is a win win.
There are times in life when you are certain what the plan is. For today’s Continue reading “500 miles of kindness “
…and in the setting of the sun we will remember them…
But what if we don’t know them? What happens to all those Continue reading “Two Fronts”
Grief makes us uncomfortable and society feels like there’s a deadline for closure. But really there isn’t. It’s not like milk with a best before date. Continue reading “Grief’s shadow “