Staying in a chateau in the Loire Valley, at the “Circle Of Misse,”in France, seems too lofty an experience to even contemplate. The rolling fields, and soft sunlit, and hazy days, set the erratic mind at ease, and allows for creativity to blossom once again , and the senses are reawakened to fresh possibilities. Allowing … More An artful rendering..
As the leaves begin turning their multiple glorious shades of yellow, burnt orange, and intense crimsons, and the wind turns cool, there is change hinting in the breeze. My eyes behold the wonder of nature surrounding me, and a walk down a quiet road with family, and our four legged friends, brings much conversation, and … More Falling into the next thing…
Warm water splashing over your feet, and standing with your toes buried in the softest sand imaginable, is one of my most favorite things. Even just writing down these words brings a huge smile to my face, and my breathing escapes a little easier, and in this slower, and more rhythmic pace… I pause, and … More “Shades of Blue”….
This is an active thing, this walking towards “Graceland.” We cannot just stand still on the hot southern, sticky pavement in Memphis, Tennessee, and somehow teleport ourselves to this place of Grace. It can however, be given to us, as a gift, as an act of mercy. We can be in a state of grace, … More I’m going to Graceland…
Riding a bike. It’s such a freeing feeling. The wind flowing through your hair, the fresh air tickling your nostrils…. the handlebars steering you into fresh new roads, that maybe, you hadn’t thought to travel to before now. It just so happened the other day, that while shopping with my Mum and son, that we … More “It’s just like riding a bike…”
It can be said, that coming down to the dock, trying not to slip on the soggy weathered plank decking on my way, was a challenge… Balancing a cup of coffee in one hand and a wayward beagle was another. So, by the time I planted myself in a big “muskoka chair”down by the water … More A Cottage Tale….
I have been pondering how to tell about this happening in my family’s life for over two weeks now, and still the right words to explain it are eluding me. It is a miracle I believe, and yet, it is so precious, and sacred I almost cannot speak of it. Logan went to bed late … More Get Out…….
The day is damp, and the air hangs heavy. I can feel the moisture on my skin, and the fir trees are laden down with a bounty of pine cones. Droplets of water cling to the branches, and the street is quiet still…., The big work equipment has not started up their engines yet, cutting … More My brain fog….
Enjoy the ride, and sedate your beagle if you have one. Ha…now don’t judge because she doesn’t particularly like the car. When Logan, and his friend Nick, and I drove down to Colorado Springs to first meet little “Matilda” the beagle, she threw up in the “Handicrap van” within a few miles of driving … More Enjoy the ride……
Then the clouds came in…as they do, and the aquamarine of the sea, turned to grey, with distant navy blue on the horizon. There were miscellaneous boats about. A large catamaran, and various other moored sailboats, and the “parasail boat” was being loaded onto its trailer for the evening, eager to take up into the … More The view from my balcony….