Linda Hoye's Blog, page 30

Silence

Gerry heads in one direction, exploring a potential hiking path to see if it’s still too muddy for a group. Meanwhile, I stand in a silent space with a tiny Yorkie in my arms and breathe deep. Here, there are no distractions. No sound to break the sweet silence. No pressure to do anything but

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A Taxing Day

I woke up this morning feeling overwhelmed so I did our taxes. If that isn’t nonsensical, I don’t know what is. The annual task usually makes me extremely grumpy, but this year it acted as a respite that allowed me to focus on something other than current world events. This afternoon, Makiya and I went

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Friday’s Fave Five – March 11, 2022

It’s been a heavy week. I won’t go into detail about various burdens that joined forced to keep me awake last night and give me a headache today. Suffice to say, I’m just feeling done today. It’s been a while since I pulled together a Friday’s Fave Five post and maybe I need to do

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A Creative Sunday Afternoon

As a kid, I didn’t like art class. I never allowed myself the gift of getting lost in creating something because I compared my work with others and always came up lacking. Thank goodness, those days are in the past. These days I spend a lot of time creating. Whether I’m weaving words, planting a

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Before Dawn

Waiting for water to boil for my tea, I look over the top of the window blind toward the eastern sky. The darkest days are behind us; I can do that now. Above the silhouette of the hills floats a small cloud formation. I watch as it grows increasingly smaller then disappears completely in the

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Poetry Monday

We go to Costco to buy popcorn. And more. Always more. After deciding I don’t need them I loop back and pick up a yellow box of Dad’s Oatmeal Chocolate Chip cookies. (48 individually wrapped packages containing two cookies each.) Because school lunches. And childhood memories. When we get home I brew tea and dip

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Course Correction

It’s been a week, hasn’t it? Wars and rumours of wars, mandates, “vaccine passports” and the fact that British Columbia is the only Canadian province that has yet to make a commitment to drop the “passports”. Government overreach and political rhetoric. Real and manufactured news. The tsunami of information one has to sort through to

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Where Is She? An Adoptee’s Lifelong Question.

The first lesson presents when I am still wet and cold and crying after cold steel forceps pull me from the safe, warm sanctuary of her womb into a room where the air is heavy with sorrow. Suddenly, there is this light and it is loud and I am wiped and weighed and taken from

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Hope, in the Form of Seed Packets

I push open the door (the one that confuses me every time as to whether it’s a push or a pull) and enter another world in a local garden center. Row after row of hope in the form of seed packets is there for browsing. It’s almost as satisfying as being in a bookstore (Sadly,

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In the Morning

I snuggle into the warmth of flannel sheets and listen to the regular sound of Murphy’s breathing coming from his crate next to the bed. Gerry stirs, rises, and pads from the bedroom, taking Maya with him for her first outside visit of the day. Rarely is he up before me, but this morning I’m

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