Soaring Eagle Woman Last night, our twenty-year-old granddaughter came for supper carrying a gift of love. “While I waited for my lunch at the food truck today,” she said, “I wandered over to an artist’s display. I saw this painting, Grandma. It’s your colours.” My heart filled in the spaces. “In the middle of your…
Sunday afternoon of Canada Day weekend is nearly over for another year. Like many people, Tom and I watched our city’s fireworks display last night. For a few moments we were lost in the splendour of light and motion. And then it was over. We were back to mosquitos and stumbling over the rough ground…
Life’s been busy. Sorry about the lack of reflections. Finally, here is one. I decided to use the picture of an angel that Olivia drew for the front of my last children’s book. I’ve always loved Elizabeth and she chose to volunteer. So she fits very well. Heroes? Volunteers? Angels? …
This morning, my heart is filled with gratitude for our hydro workers. Although Tom and I have experienced the inconvenience of no hot water and no electricity for Saturday and Sunday. We worried about the food in our freezer and our fridge. Compared to many, the storm…
Motherhood/Family Yay!!!! Mother’s Day is coming. Being a Mom is a special privilege, although at times it can feel all consuming, and full of worry. Always, it’s a life sentence. No one gets to be a mom for just a little while. Even when our blessed child leaves us through a miscarriage, or childhood death,…
Joy Comes At Every Age Easter has come and gone and left me thinking about the word “Joy.” An internet search of the meaning of the word, “Joy” gives what is sometimes called “Biblical Joy.” You can look that up yourself. At present, I’m thinking about what I call “God’s Joy,” that feeling, that emotion…
Today my heart is crying for the people of the Ukraine. Feelings overwhelm me: helplessness as an individual, guilt for the gratitude of being Canadian. I fear that someday, such chaos and destruction could happen here. And of course, I pray. I desperately want God to do something. I feel as if my pleas are…
This morning as I was preparing great grandson Riley’s Easter treats, Tom suggested I do a blog called Life Hack for Easter. I had never heard of “Life Hacks”. I now know that they are suggestions for using something ordinary in an unusual way. I’m not sure if this is particularly unusual for most people…