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October 9, 2020
Friday Fave Five – October 9
Well, we slogged our way through another week (That’s how if feels. Just keeping it real.). Friday arrives fat with promise and intention to spend a day puttering at home. Seems like another good opportunity to look back at the week that was, because despite the weight that feels so heavy it was rich with
October 7, 2020
The Simple Woman’s Daybook – October Edition
As I’ve been pondering blogging, what it once was, and what I imagine it returning to now, I remembered The Simple Woman’s Daybook. Months ago, when I was really struggling, I began listing things in my journal that I saw, smelled, tasted, heard, and felt as a grounding practice. It sounds simple, but it helped.
October 6, 2020
An Afternoon in the Park. A Year in a Pandemic. Pausing.
October 5, 2020
Lament
The yips and yowls of coyotes wake me again. Their cries so loud it seems they’re right outside the bedroom window. Likely not, but they’re near. It’s haunting, this chorus of—what? Celebration? Mating? Aggression? Just checking in with other coyotes in the area? Are there two or ten of them? Who knows. I hope all the neighbourhood
October 3, 2020
Friday Fave Five . . . On Saturday
It’s been years since I participated in Friday Fave Five by posting five things from the week that sparked joy. In the spirit of renewed appreciation for good old fashioned blogging and focusing on what is good and beautiful in the world, I’m going to join in today. It’s Saturday, so I’m a day late,
October 2, 2020
Seasonal Shift
October 1, 2020
Is It Time For A Blogging Revival?
I started blogging in 2008. The online world looked a little—okay, a lot—different back then. Social media was in its infancy and I was barely dipping my toe in. Blogs were where it was at. We connected, linked to one another’s cyber homes in our blogrolls, and got to know one another virtually. Sometimes we
September 28, 2020
Respite
Gerry and I took a short trip this weekend and some of the gifts were conversation en route, hope resurrected, and releasing the weight of “is this all there is?”. I’ve been wrestling with depression—there, I’ve written it. I spoke it aloud a few days ago and now I’ve written it so it’s official. I’ve been in
