It wasn’t everything I owned, but it was everything I thought I needed, packed into two suitcases. One neon green, the other fuchsia pink, I kept them as close as possible in my own little corner of the airport arrivals, fiddling with the unfamiliar Albertan address. Somehow I’d gotten the dates mixed up, and had arrived a day early, but…
It’s the morning following Labour Day weekend, and I’ve spent the last 20 minutes perusing Facebook, adoringly spammed with back to school photos of littles and their backpacks, and colleagues and their bulletin boards. I’m trying to sort out my feelings about all of this. For the first time in TWENTY-THREE years, I didn’t buy ANY back to school notebooks.…
Some stories are painful and beautiful, all at once. After all, that’s how mountains move. Last May, I faced the end of a job contract, a painful monthly cycle, and yet another birthday marking one more month on the calendar spent wishing for things that weren’t. And it was very hard not to be afraid. Even though I know so…
I used to hate Tuesdays. Truly. I even wrote a short story about it once (and no, it really wasn’t that good). But it isn’t a day that exactly lends itself to excitement or new beginnings. Here we are, one day into the week, where you can’t even say that you’re halfway through, nor are you starting fresh. Monday, after…
Admittedly, I’ve never been a huge fan of Mary. I have nothing against her specifically, but after 25 + years of hearing the Christmas story each December, I think my heart grew numb to her role in bringing our Emmanuel into the world. The verses in the gospel of Luke just seem to roll over the tongue in oh-so-familiar tones,…
I’m tired. Am I allowed to say that? It’s now been three months since I’ve been back at the front of the classroom, and I think I’m finally starting to settle into things. But after a week’s visit to see family in Ontario, we returned home to a grey, cold, snowy, day… and I felt so very, very tired. And…
There was a slight drizzle, as it should be. After all, we were walking in an old cemetery, littered with mossy headstones and broken slabs. Odin was in doggy heaven, racing around the occasional bushes and rocks, poking his head into holes and paths leading from the clearing. I, on the other hand, was apparently the last living human to…
My year of Hiatus is almost up. At least, that’s what my unknown future is telling me. What my bank account is telling me. What my current career options are telling me. And that’s scary. Because this has been such a beautiful collection of days, strung together with free time, learning, games, and love. And I don’t want to give…
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words… and poetry is music for the soul. But for me, description is a visual photography, where the poetry is placed in the mind rather than the eyes. The colours are only as bright and as vivid as the author can imagine, and the sounds are only comparable to the music…
I know there are differing opinions out there about blogging awards, but personally, I’d like to look at it as a completely legitimate reason to stalk random blogs online, and tell other people how awesome they are (and I think that’s pretty cool)… So even though this is of a different colour than the average post, I’m honoured to be a…