Tag: moments

  • Friday night movies

    I watch as the big orange sky fades to dull grey, listening to the sounds of my children playing in their room. Constant negotiations, laughter and tears, a dog in the middle of all the action, searching for stray popcorn. Tonight was to be our “family movie night with popcorn treat.”  But apparently, they had more…

  • Vertigo 

    The world is spinning right now, a surreal Dali Dance with Picasso points near and far. It arrived gently with a feeling of floating before it progressed abruptly to dizziness, made no better or worse with the movement of my head. I wracked my brain, trying to pinpoint a trigger and gave up. The same…

  • My island 

    Do you remember? The moment you first realized  you were an island, apart from the continent of your birth? Seperate  and independent,  sailing along on your own. Slowly, identity formed  Self determination grew, with all the attendant storms  and gales. I watch as my little one splits off, becoming his own creature, manifesting his will,…

  • Dawn’s light 

    Beautiful skies, a trademark of a prairie morn. Amazing how looking east  feels like home and stability, and looking west  smells like adventure. Rockies vs ranges, future and past. I dream of climbing to the top. But my feet stay  on the firm prairie soil. The fear of height is in my blood, grounded and…

  • Physical fitness

    Walking in,  a cacophony of children  assaults my senses. Shrieks on hardwood floor, echoing wildly against the mirror. I’m transported to my childhood, old gym sounds unchanged, a portal to the past.  Hard work and fun with exertion, and I remember why  I love it so 

  • The mountains 

    Moments are fleeting and few. Born on the wind’s back,  through clouds of slate blue that pierce every crack. Today we played in the rain as it turned into snow,  cold hands on a swing chain Children cold, but ready to go The mountains covered in white So solid and true Fresh air blowing my…

  • Senses

    Sometimes we expect too much from ourselves.  Push too hard, relax too little. The crusty little general inside barking out more orders than wishes, Not letting you get the rest you need,  to heal your tired soul. At times like that you can  feel burdened  and overwhelmed. That is when it’s time to listen, Breathe.…

  • I love you, you’re perfect, now change

    Sometimes when I think about the day, I feel a great sigh of release. Especially on fridays, I’m full of relief that another week has been successfully navigated, with all its obligations and hours somehow fulfilled. It’s late. I’ve just returned from Stage West, a dinner theatre that we have season tickets to. We bought…

  • Gord

    I was 38 years old when I heard the news. A part of my youth,  the years of discovery for my generation,  The Hip were the soundtrack to my teens and twenties. They were on every radio station, CanCon,  but actually worth it. I remember the roadside attraction mosh pit,  decking the person trying to steal…

  • Rest stop

    Tuesday is tired day this week. 48 + hours into another busy week, and my energy has stalled out,  as though I forgot to fill the gas tank. I’m a cautious person, and have a tendency to fill up at half full,  unlike those brave souls that live risky and wait until the needle has been…