Spring


Hello Larix buds

Hello Larix buds

I have this insatiable desire to know the names of the trees, the plants and the birds. What a delight it would be to spend my days identifying, loving, and nurturing living things.

Happy Imbolc!

Happy Imbolc!

This is where I part ways with my Gaelic ancestral heritage and lean into my Nordic Scandinavian roots. I have zero interest in Spring right now. It's just starting feel like honest-to-goodness winter!⁣

A different kind of spring ~ the end of a journey

A different kind of spring ~ the end of a journey

Since moving to Montreal spring has been a season of running the gauntlet of theatre productions and driving. I exited every spring emotionally and physically exhausted and depleted. Not this spring.

And then we went home (week six)

And then we went home (week six)

Nova Scotia offered space, fresh air and forest; and unprecedented opportunity to be together as a a family. But Montreal is home and it's time for us to return.

Life in lockdown (week five)

Life in lockdown (week five)

I'm not not anxious but I'm starting to feel a growing discomfort and lack of motivation.

I need a summer

I need a summer

I feel weary. It's that time of year. It's that time of life. All the school year-end fuss and effort, deadlines and parties, the drama production. A long string of hard-working days, interspersed with "special" days (read: days with more work), punctuated by some bad news days. Ugh.

Post-production

Post-production

I'm pretty sure I'll look back on these particular Mays, when our kids were teenagers in a homeschool co-op musical theatre production, with nostalgia and fondness. So I do my best to be present for the experience, which is easier said than done.