Seasons
Wrapping things up
August 21, 2019
While Céline starts a new stage, for the other two kids and myself, this is a finishing year. And 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 can also feel 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
July 5, 2019
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
March 31, 2019
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
March 29, 2019
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)
March 14, 2019
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!
A journal for Spring (and yes, it's still winter)
February 12, 2019
I love seasonal rhythms and routines. And I know many of you do also. Which is why I'm excited to tell you about 52 Mondays: Spring Session, a seasonal mindfulness journal.
Hello Darkness my old friend
December 21, 2018
I thought I'd be able to power through my agenda, which included my writing agenda, and my to-do's with the happy ease of joyful holiday anticipation. And maybe I could have, but life happens. We read things, we see things, we have conversations; the pain, loneliness, and fear comes back to us afresh. Stuff slips through the cracks.
