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How lucky are we?

How lucky are we?

It rained overnight. The slightly open bedroom window allows for just enough sound volume to not unsettle the dog. The sounds of rain make for extra coziness in that early morning darkness when the covers feel softest and warm enough to make you already long for next night’s sleep.

We wake up with darkness still clinging, and that’s just right for a cup of coffee and reading. The pup settles on her blanket on the couch for a belly-up snooze. Her soft breathing reminds me of the boys being little and abandoning themselves to deep peaceful sleeps, knowing they are safe and loved.

18 Days and Counting (or am I?)

It’s been precisely 18 days since I announced on social media (Instagram and indirectly, Facebook, as I haven’t been posting there in a long time) that I will be taking a break. A month, to be precise, with the intention of weighing in the pros and cons as I went through this digital absenteeism.

An argument for not becoming a trained seal

Do I mean real seals? Well, yes. That’s the image that comes to mind when I see increasingly more posts on social media where instead of comments, it’s the same word or expression repeated at nauseam by users. ‘Comment WHATEVER and I’ll send you a link’ it’s how it’s done.  Not a secret link either but something you can otherwise find by yourself on their website with minimal effort. If you want to. Instead, digital promises that marketing wizards have designed to spread like wildfire. Old tricks, new ways to deliver it.

There are no ordinary things

Two days ago, I took a photo of the Red Bridge, a beloved historic landmark in Kamloops. It was just another walk along the river with our dog. However, I then deleted the photo because I thought it was a bit too … ordinary. The light was nothing spectacular yet, as the sun was not quite setting, and the orange glow was still to come. Plus, I have so many beautiful shots of it, I thought…

September stories then and now.

It’s only fitting that I am getting ready to pull the plug as the renewal notice flickers in the mailbox. Our home-schooling website (freetothink.ca) will be merging, as a lovely memory, with this one. It’s been a while since our school adventure ended anyway, but I am finding it hard to part with some things and the boys’ growing up (too fast, if you ask me) is where I trip, you see.

Time and attention: what are yours worth?

I just finished my lunch. I sat outside on the front steps and had my sandwich (if you’re curious… it was tofu, sliced pickles, sliced cucumbers, mustard and greens on sourdough), while Poppy was snoozing in the grass, in the shady part of …well, her own garden, I supposed, since that’s what I called it in the last post. I sat, ate and observed the garden, including the gentle pup paw sleep twitches (she does that during sleep, which always reminds me of my boys’ tiny little sleep twitches when they were little).

Stories from Poppy’s garden, and why they matter

Sticky post

It’s been a while. A long while during which I missed writing while writing snippets in my head. About life, social topics I feel I should bring up and the simple beautiful things that ground us. Like today’s story. Nature has a segway ready to use, it turns out. Who am I to argue?

But the stories, as they unfolded this morning…

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