Susan's Blog
When I am Weary
This morning I feel a weariness right behind my eyes. I feel the gentle breeze coming in my office window and have just come from spending time in my lovely gazebo space that has offered so much solace this season. I feel a prevailing sadness that could bring the tears at any moment. I feel the tug of just closing my eyes and giving in to the escape sleep might bring even though I slept well last night and before me lies a beautiful sunny August day with no real expectation or demand to do anything but embrace it. So what is my best defense against this weary and worn out feeling clouding this sunny day? I made a list , I have a plan, I know the drill of showing up and stepping up. But still the weariness envelopes me and I acknowledge it for what it is and why it lingers. I am allowed...
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Living the Dream
Yesterday when out and about I heard a woman answer inquiries as to how she was, with the statement ' just living the dream'. Living the dream, a slightly sarcastic evaluation clouded with discontent and elements of poor me. Maybe that is how she meant it. Maybe not....
Lilacs and Contentment
I am writing on a cold and damp Monday morning . The heat is on and the ground is lapping up the much needed moisture. A week of fear, uncertainty in our province and neighboring provinces have reminded us of nature's power and our powerlessness over it. It also...
Just One Day
The calendar selects one day a year to celebrate mothers. Advertising and society push us toward cards, flowers, gifts, meals and all that to celebrate mothers . That is all well and good and one can choose how to embrace the sentiment but the truth of it is Mother's...
Back From Britain
This time last year, this time last week, this time the week before... I can often be heard saying such things. I do find myself thinking what I was doing this time last week, last month and last year. It always amazes me how quickly time passes. In late December I...
Remembering Always
He was 20. In a dream last night I was sitting somewhere with Zac's friend Crystal.Conversation swirled around me and it seemed to be a series of inaccurate statements about my son's death. I do not recall them all but basically no one was getting the details right. I...
The Joy of Writing
I have stated many times how thankful I am for the time and inclination to write. During the years I spent teaching and raising a family I clung to the dream of being an author. I tried to squeeze writing in to those busy years and while keeping the dream alive I...