Well we know that anything from Starbucks can definitely take the chill factor off your innards, and today..since it’s Christmas Day, I purchased an egg nog latte…quite delicious, and since I was feeling a tiny bit peckish, decided on some “creme brûlée almonds,” because ..hello..the name had me salivating on the counter…  I’m sitting here … More How to Warm a near frozen heart

We often say Merry Christmas as a jovial send off after greeting someone around this Advent season.  Some people will respond back with the same, or they may say “Happy Holidays”, “Feliz Navidad”, “Happy Hanukkah” “Happy Xmas” and the like.  The one that’s always truly puzzled me is the last one…”Happy Xmas.”  To me that’s … More The “Christ” in Christmas

If sorrow had a name it could be called silence.  Perhaps it’s only in the still and the quiet that one is faced with oneself.  The company of one..what are your thoughts, your hopes, your fears?  What things have you left unsaid in this life, what pain have you hidden from others, and in the … More If Sorrow Had A Name

Sitting in a bubble bath the other day, I found myself captivated with the bubbles.  They are irredescent, and looked  sort of like opals, and fresh water pears in their hue..so beautiful.  I looked out my window, and the sun was shining off the white of the snow, creating a multitude of diamonds all around. … More The Impossible Whiteness of Winter

Yesterday I had a few errands to attend to, and as I opened the garage door and stepped out into the sunlight, and unexpected warm afternoon, I was awakened..grateful for the day, the opportunity to get in my little red van and head up into the booming metropolis that is Firestone(little not so known place … More With a thankful heart

“”Respect the van”….. I would kiddingly often tell my sons.  They would roll their eyes, and say, “yes Mom..we know.”  It always made me smile to think of the van, and how we all seemed to have a love/hate relationship with it.  It was after all a mini van, and not to dis minivans..but generally … More Tales from the Van

My heart is weighed down this morning as I feel the anchor drawing me  towards the bottom of my tears…to the depths of the sea.  I’m about to feel the sand on my limbs, and the salt stinging my eyes, as I try in vain to peer through the murky, and cloudy water that surrounds … More Will your anchor hold?⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️

Went up to the north country the other day with my brother Mark.  It was an unseasonably warm and sunny day for early November up in Muskoka.  It was a magical day.  We brought our store bought pita wraps, and a bottle of red French deliciousness down to  the  dock,  and dined like kings and … More Listening in the silence

Bravery…such a loaded word, with so many connotations. We want to think that we can act bravely or heroically should the occasion arise for us to do so, but I think of late the act of being brave has become diluted, or scoffed at in our society.  People often don’t want to get involved if … More What does bravery mean?

Somebody told me once that horses are just really like big dogs…really I thought.  I was remembering the other day with my friend Sharon, an encounter that I had experienced with a horse.  My daughter and I had headed down to visit with the horses at the end of our road, and we had brought … More Autumn..when everything is falling