Seasons


Working my way to hope for the New Year

Working my way to hope for the New Year

There has been a lot of loss and pain this year that I have not published. My life and writing is multifaceted and I was focusing on other things. And it was a very good year in so many respects. As the year came to a close, I wrote a list of highlights and accomplishments in my personal journal and there was so much to appreciate and be thankful for.

A late summer rain

A late summer rain

They'll choose, and are choosing, their own path as adults. But we chose their childhoods, in the same way every parent does.

Wrapping things up

Wrapping things up

On these late summer days, as blackening red drupes weigh down the chokecherry boughs and the pears hang like pendants on the neighbor's tree, everything ripening and suspended, it feels like a holding year. Waiting for next thing to start, but knowing we won't get there till we finish this first.

And then it was summer

And then it was summer

I have been getting what I longed for at the end of May - a break, a rest, a reprieve. And lots of fun.

Winter is my country (but then there's March) ~ Part two

Winter is my country (but then there's March) ~ Part two

By the end of February I was feeling a whole lotta cranky. And then it came to me, while I was out in the woods for Laurent's birthday. I needed a solo backcountry ski trip in March.

Winter is my country (but then there's March) ~ Part one

Winter is my country (but then there's March) ~ Part one

I love the rolling mountain winter landscapes of Quebec, the ski hills and all the snow. I haven't had a strong sense of "home" as a place since leaving Alberta as a twenty-three year old wife and new mom, but winter mountains come close.

The rewards of parenting in young adulthood (a birthday in the woods)

The rewards of parenting in young adulthood (a birthday in the woods)

I feel grief about these years being nearly over, all that time spent together, the beautiful mundane punctuated by exciting adventures, the whole thing steeped in love. I feel so busy trying to keep up with it all that I'm afraid I'm missing it, even while living it, even while I'm wishing it was done!