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.

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.

My current juxtaposition

The pale colours near the horizon give way above to the fading indigo. Dawn creeps across the sky. The yard lights, which dot the valley to the east, a steady spot on a quiet morning.

Occasionally I leave for work early enough to stop for a photo! Not often.

2 Years On…

2 years of Covid-19

Of no hugs

2 years of lockdowns

Of no hugs

2 years of mandates

Of no hugs

2 years of isolation

Of no hugs

2 years of restrictions

Of no hugs

2 years of bubbles

OF NO HUGS

It’s ok not to be ok…

I’ve been “lucky”. The starring role has always evaded me and the supporting role, while not comfortable at all, is where I have experience.

Beneath the seams

She walked into the store confidently. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to turn that into the vision in her head. She, of absolute faith.

Somber #SilentSunday

Somber thoughts for

between the crosses

row on row