Slow lazy shadows follow us around these days on our walks.
inspiration
Thanksgiving, PTSD and kindness
This weekend is Thanksgiving for us here in Canada. It sort of sneaks up on us with still warm days leaning into fall. We hang onto our (not politically correct anymore) Indian Summers with rays of late afternoon sun blinking through golden leaves as we pause and give thanks for the bounty of our lives. Continue reading
two chickens and a dancing flag lady
Sometimes ya just gotta dial it back and smile. Some things that made me smile this week were brought to me through social media channels, and I share: Continue reading
something I learned from her
There are things that stay with us. Words that matter and have meaning far beyond the moment they are spoken.
I was always a little intimidated by her quick wit; the ability and forthrightness as she said what was on her mind. In awe of her intelligence. In another sphere she could have been a doctor, lawyer, an author. As a cherished Grandmother and lover of Christmas, her days were full.
She let me know that contrary to what I was taught, it is ok to drink beer from a bottle. It’s ok to sit on the beach with the wind blowing our hair and laugh and drink beer as we sat huddled in down jackets determined to enjoy the frigid day at the beach.
She hugged me tight the last time I saw her and said “…we had a good run, Susie. We had a good run”.
She taught me to look at things I can’t change and be able to say “….we had a good run” while I step into tomorrow.
hollyhocks, September and the school bus
I’ve always been in awe of hollyhocks. When we grew up in the house on Woodlawn Avenue in Oregon the towering plants reached up to the dining room windows and were sentinels watching us celebrate birthdays around the dining room table before school started up again. Continue reading
catching words
Warm afternoon sun……..glass of wine…….catching words
on being “the complete” woman; are you listening, Melania?
How are we to measure “the complete” woman-ness of ourselves? I ask because over the years the ideals and metrics by which we measure ourselves have risen and in some standards lowered much like our ever-changing hemlines. I ask because over the years the role models and those we emulate change as well. And that can be a good thing.
And talking about role models……..Melania, Continue reading
overheard in the toilet seat aisle
Searching out a new laundry basket, I was in close proximity to the toilet seat aisle. Like all those housey-type things are bunched together for convenience in our shopping. It can’t be for the impulse factor like end-of-aisle placement with these items that are less than dreamy.
I hear snickering and laughing and “toilet seat man? ya gotta be kidding” and I thought to myself we’re all just a little bit goofy about toilets and such no matter how sophisticated we pretend to be.
Why, I feel like I’ve truly arrived in a new workplace when I discover the pooping bathroom. You all know what I mean; the secluded bathroom away from the shared stalls where you can hunker down in a comfortable squat with the quiet of your own thoughts.
With chosen laundry basket in hand I walked around the end of the aisle and saw two young guys dressed in slouchy, baggy pants, faces sporting piercings and interesting tattoos pretty much everywhere. Strikingly sculptured, shaved and coloured hair completed the look. And I heard one guy say “yeah, I was at my Gramma’s last night and her fu**in’ toilet seat is cracked. Pinched my ass! I’m gonna surprise her and buy this and put it on when I go over tomorrow”. The response from his buddy was “yeah, that’s a fu**in’ nice thing to do.”
And I smiled and thought it sure is.
the thing about birthdays
The thing about birthdays is that they happen. If we’re lucky, we continue to mark the day of our birth over and over and over again. I relished the stages of celebrating my birthday…..well, until lately. Continue reading
holding time in my hand
I saw some super cute trendy watches in a store last week. They weren’t expensive and could be changed to match the outfit of the day like earrings are selected each morning. Continue reading
he plants trees and I grow artichokes
Every time we move to a new house I think to myself, “I should plant some trees; some apple or flowering plum or some such thing”. And then I don’t. Continue reading
looking for a sign
Sometimes I need to say “this I can change, and this I can’t.”
Photo courtesy of Thierry Maillot
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