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.

Finding it

The wind bites my skin, one more reason to have a dislike button permanently installed against wind as a weather element. The latest in a list of reasons why it’s on my go away list, kind of like the pandemic but I digress…

Tire swings

It came to me this morning that tire swings are like love, they go around and around and around. The momentum is endless and all encompassing. A tire swing and love can make you sick or fill your heart with joy. Today there was no emesis but a heart so full of 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.

Isolation insulation

I spend the sunset moments in gratitude, ever mindful of my rural isolation and my blessings. The fiery sky was ablaze and far more interesting than anything on the TV behind me. It reminds me to count my blessings. And yet….

Sunday Sighs

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

Thoughtful Tuesday

It’s been rather quiet over here for a few days. Lots to mull over and lots to do. The post called

Not at Peace

My mind tonight is more restless than my legs. The somber predictions announced today by the Canadian Government weigh heavily, intermingled with the family worries of layoffs and isolation.

I count my blessings. I try to

Our Paradise

A slight shift in a word and it allowed my perspective to change. This permitted me to

The cloak

A year ago I put down the heavy cloak I had been wearing for decades. The weight and the