spring has been edging in upon us. snow is punchy when traversing my beloved coyote hill trail on snowshoes. warmer temperatures have me longing to leave boots behind in the closet in favour of donning sandals.i believe it's time to give in to the change of seasons.  ******

    it's that time again. detox time. wiping the screen clean of social media. my friends know where to find me. **********    

      this past holiday season i was gifted with a cup on which is the poem we are in no hurry.  this is rather the theme of my life these days. i sleep when sleep comes, i dress for pleasing my soul, i snowshoe in the evenings as…

  so. there we were. three of us. sitting in a sunlit room at sutton public library. we discussed this month's book club selection and then turned the crosstalk to other books we are reading, and important subjects, like, spring seed catalogues, and, growing dahlias, and, are mice native to alaska? you know, quite important discussion-worthy…

  there was time to snowshoe before heading to the library for common threads. my head said i will need the bolstering of being in my prayer flag forest when i go into public. but, once i was at the library, i did what my heart instructed me to do. i sought out my kindreds and…

.“Healing comes in wavesand maybe todaythe wave hits the rocksand that’s okay,that’s okay, darlingyou are still healingyou are still healing.”~ Ijeoma Umebinyuo...where have i been, you ask? physiotherapy. exercising. journaling. knitting. reading. resting. but mostly, i have been healing, allowing it to come in its own time.

where have i been, you ask? quietly seeking myself, i reply. you see, it has been like this : there's so much i want to change, but i have control only over myself and my own reactions. this has not been an easy journey. i went inward and discovered i…

at the beginning of december, as i prepared for an arthroplasty implant, i began the online sessions the cozy quiet, wanting to simply slow it all down, body and soul and most importantly, mind. "i'm done with always feeling like i must explain myself" i quietly stated to no one but me. i cannot begin…

i've been pretty quiet around this space. i have been studying how to let go. how to sink into this quiet season.  i find my peace and joy in the outdoors. you know, out where the snow falls, snow on snow on snow. out where i can tromp through the woods and the…

    i know myself well. sometimes i must sit with a feeling and sink into it, let it settle into my soul, until i am ready to let go.  it's that whole angle of repose thing. the steepest angle at which a sloping surface formed of a particular loose material is stable. feeling…