Today when I can do nothing, I listen to the birds and think of my dad. Today when I can do nothing, I wonder just how more sadness I can endure. Today when I do nothing, I sit in silence with my mum. Today when I can do nothing, I sit with my my mum
Tuesday May 5 Day 2 of radiation Picking up meds Pizza 🍕 Hut pizza Queer Eye Puzzle progress Slept better Journal updates DQ for pie Proper coffee Pouring rain
It caught me off guard. I was scanning old photos for throwback thursday and I found a short video of when we were moving my parents from our family home to a smaller, pool less, no stairs condo. The tsunami of sadness threatened to take me out right then and there. I managed to stay
What do you really, really want? It might take some time to figure it out. It might make you uncomfortable to answer the question. I challenge you to give it a try. Write down all the things, then be quiet , sit with them and then do it again. Eventually you will find some clarity.
A gaggle of geese::A cow resting in the shade::A quarrel of swallows::A grasshopper ::A convocation of swirling bald eagles (four) ! ::A variety of thistles::The HERON
Today’s walk : One massive duck, the heron, a small yellow bodied bird, sunkissed blackberries, lines, a schoolbus, very few humans, birdsong, farm noise .
Pivot. Shift. With grace and patience. About to attempt to resurface into my own life with its routines and obligations. Not sure how it will go. I feel a bit anchor less. May father departed for his final sojourn on Thursday afternoon. Around 4pm. The weather was perfect. His weather. Early summer temps. 30 degrees
Historically I have used the month of December to pause and relect on the previous year. I invite you to join along. Carve out a few moments to consider this question. I highly recommend writing your answers down. Maybe read the question at the start of the day and write your thoughts before retiring for
So, this is actually happening. Three of us in the household are doing a round od Whole30. It is my 3rd round, Mr W’s second and my son’s first. We are doing it together to support my son who has been struggling with some digestive woes. I am looking forward to some personal benefits myself.
Parenting is not for the faint of heart. It never goes as planned. It is messy and gut wrenching. The love of the mother for the child is mysterious and impossible to categorize. It is an ache and a longing and hope. And then there are incredible moments when your child offers up a thought