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.

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.

#Sundaystills ’21 A mirror on Inspire

Stats, word of the year review and preview, feelings, plans…. my blog post notes on what the include, the standard stuff of a year end post but somehow the words seem to be evading me.

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.

One step closer

With a few sentences and a click of the mouse I am one step closer. Just that easy.

Rock Bottom?

Like everyone else I had no concept that pandemics dragged on and on and on and on and on….

We all want “normal” back but I feel like we are a bloody long way from it. Like the health care workers I am discouraged at our lack of progress in managing this disease. Like 80% of people in my province I am ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED at the leadership who only care about economic growth. I am saddened that the vaccination rates are SO SO SO SO low in huge parts of our province. I’ve given up emailing politicians. At this point it’s just keep a low profile, wear a mask (like seriously people it’s not bloody hard) and assess every last activity to ensure its not exposing those I love to risks that aren’t worth it.

The death toll climbs. The average age of deaths is dropping steadily. Pediatric patients are dying, children the age of my grandchildren. This has got to be rock bottom right?

Between Covid and climate change it really does feel like we are going to hell in a hand basket. It also feels like there is so little that one person can do to make a difference. Any one out there have a good ideas on how to stay positive in a time of such negativity? I could use a dose of silver lining about now.

Bernie

Today’s The Day

Today is the day that we all need to stop and think. Not about how thankful we are (although that is very important as well) but about how we are.

Reading is…

From the time I could read one of my favourite activities was to hide out in the big hall closet sitting on the butter box and devour books. I would close the sliding door most of way and my world would disappear and suddenly I felt like a Bobbsey Twin on the way to the seaside for an adventure. The books changed over the years and eventually I outgrew that closet. I then created a reading nook in my own closet and could be found after lights out reading by flashlight. I pretty much read anything I could get my hands on that wasn’t a school book.

Wonderful Wordless Wednesday

Friendship at this level needs no words.💖

Just staying afloat #Sundaystills

Technically I’m not quite “playing by the rules” with the challenge as presented. But hey what’s new? I’m merely thinking outside the ordinary realm of “afloat”.