This house – This home
If I was someone who felt the adventure in a move I think I might have done more of them over the years, but I’m not and I didn’t. I was at the mercy of my parents when I was growing up and they were keen to follow where adventure took them. I was born […]
A middle of the night phone call
I’m having a tough time sleeping – I’m spinning my tires on yesterdays and tomorrows and my stomach is in knots. I have much to do to get ready for my move, so much stuff to sort and pack – and it’s March. I’m reliving every day from last year even as I try to […]
Finding my Brave
The fearless are merely fearless. People who act in spite of fear are truly brave (James A. Lafond-Lewis) I must be really brave because I’m scared shitless and I’m forging ahead anyway. Onward into the tomorrows even as I second guess myself. Is there a choice? What happens to people who can’t hold their breath […]
Moving Along
If it’s true that the state of your home reflects the state of your mind then I am in rough shape; muddled and confused. I’m not sure where I am in the process of this move – the starting gate is buried and the finish line is drawing ever nearer, I think the half way […]
Learning to live with grief
The month of March used to herald spring, blustery days whispered winter was almost over and brighter days lay ahead. That isn’t what it’s whispering this year, this year it hasn’t heralded anything but the end of the month and it’s only whispering memories. Last March is a blur, I couldn’t tell you what was […]
Accidentally/on purpose
I set myself up for a really good cry last night, not all together on purpose but sort of accidentally/on purpose. I was having a quiet Friday night; I turned the fireplace on, poured a glass of wine and sat down to watch a Barbara Streisand special on Netflix. Within minutes the dogs were worrying at […]
Inuksuk
The sky was an interesting color this afternoon, leaning more toward turquoise than blue, and there was an unseasonal chill in the air. This is not the usual end of February weather in our neck of the woods, although I can’t honestly remember what the usual is – it’s been a long time since anything […]
Inked
I’ve been known to be opinionated, sometimes even obstinate – I have set myself up to eat words on more than one occasion. And I’ve just done it again. I recall loosing my mind the day our (then sixteen year old) daughter came home with a tattoo. A lot of time has passed since that […]
Eleven Months
We are living the eleventh month since his passing – the first anniversary of a life changing event looms within eyeshot. My first thought these mornings is of last year at this time and I find myself stepping out of bed to relive agony. I can’t seem to resist the temptation to poke the dragon […]