Tag: writing

  • A writer’s life?

    A writer’s life?

    Monday, Monday, So good to me. It was everything I hoped it would be. I woke up and ran all by myself, with the household fast asleep until I finished. Apparently, time change meant no tiny audience watching Netflix and interrupting my (admittedly slow) treadmill exercise. And then I went to work- but this morning,…

  • The best day ever

    The best day ever

    Some days you just wake up feeling motivated. For some crazy reason, I decided I was going to drive us all to the mountains to swim at the hotel with the water slides. Now, normally when I get a hankering for family time, I finish the day wondering what the heck was wrong with me,…

  • Life Education

    Life Education

    Through eyes of wonder The world walks by Growing ever wiser Innocence will die Every step is harder to take With every movement You make a mistake The sun shines again Over the bottomless seas Past the mountains And through the trees I sit on the porch As the light streams in Take a deep…

  • Gold medal finish

    Gold medal finish

    Another Thursday night, The rush, rush, rush of karate, feeding the small humans, and homework. I was struck suddenly by a thought as I read with my grade one child. How did we ever learn? The act of sounding out words made me feel dazed, as though I had stepped into an alternate universe. It…

  • The job

    The job

    Fact: Everyone must work to enjoy life. Or is it a fact? Is it work to wake up and do something that you love everyday? Surrounded by people you care about? Is it work to be honoured to play a small part in the lives of those around you? To share moments discussing weather and…

  • Nighttime musings

    Nighttime musings

    Another day of first and last Time to breathe has come and past An olive branch extended wide A soul that’s full of well earned pride A life that’s lived has been earned Lessons of life have now been learned Winter seems to never leave Two months too long for anyone to grieve As I…

  • A typical Monday

    A typical Monday

    Another winters’ day, colder than I’d like, with the crunch of snow and the bite of the arctic in the air. I hate going outside when it’s like that, And yet, it’s so pretty I can’t help but marvel at the sharp edges on everything. The air smell so crisp, like frozen life and sunshine.…

  • The weaving

    The weaving

    Strands of happiness, Twisted grief Bunched up anger, loose relief The fabric of our stories knits us together, Filled with small stitches as strong as leather The material isn’t smooth, or even in colour But without variation Life would be much duller So just remember On days when you struggle every thread adds beauty Even…

  • Snowy roads, warm hearts

    Snowy roads, warm hearts

    I woke up to the sight of snow battered windows, dawn struggling to filter past the blowing snow. I had no idea what the day would bring, other than the clearly present snow. On most Saturdays, I take the morning off my exercise routine, believing that I should rest at least a little from the…

  • Cabin fever

    Cabin fever

    I’m not quite sure when I started this blog. I remember it was March, but I don’t know if it was the beginning or the end. So, to ensure that I achieve my goal of one full year, I’ll go above and beyond by aiming for the end of the month. The thought of “what…