The art of picking things up has two parts

I wasn’t sure whether to write this or not, but ultimately decided to because this is a part of my journey and this blog is my travelogue, for better or worse. And if it helps someone else, so much the better. I’ve gotten better at picking things up over the past year. I’ve practiced and…

Falling Back

Took a wander through the fall foliage with John and Katherine last weekend. This is once of my favourite times of year and it was a delightful change to amble through life instead of sprinting from one thing to another. I’ve run these trails often and know every dip and bend, but walking them proved…

Busy as a bayman with two wood stoves. Or maybe as burnt out as one?

Or as a bee. I’ve never understood why beavers, bees and baymen are considered to be the archetypes of frenzied activity. Every mother I’ve met could give them a pretty good run for their money. Between trying to keep this household on an even keel and juggling (rather poorly just now) volunteer responsibilities, lately I’ve…