Commitment and Transformation
My husband devours the Saturday Toronto Star. I doubt very much that he reads the obituaries or the classifieds, but he does read most of it over a period of a couple of days. I, on the other hand, seldom read it, but once in a while an article catches my eye. This happened a couple of Mondays ago when I was gathering up the scattered paper to put in our recycling. I skimmed the pages and two headlines caught my attention. I read each to completion. My stomach almost heaved at the...
Read MoreTomorrow is Another Day
Scarlett O’Hara’s closing soliloquy in Gone with the Wind has been resonating in my head since awakening yesterday morning: “After all, tomorrow is another day.” She was quite right! There is always tomorrow—any procrastinator will tell you that! But, perhaps these words are echoing in my head because everywhere I turn these days I hear about or read comments, even exciting how-to suggestions, on facing my tomorrows—especially when one of those tomorrows is the beginning of a...
Read More“I love it when a plan comes together!”
In December 2015 I completed my third novel. It felt good! Closure. A sense of satisfaction. A job well done. All those wonderful feelings a writer experiences when something is finished. It reminds me of something said by Col. John “Hannibal” Smith— the cigar-smoking leader of a renegade commando squad in the 1980s TV show, A-Team. Played by George Peppard, Col. Smith became famous for saying, “I love it when a plan comes together.” Well, Col. Smith, aka...
Read MoreGodbwye —“God be with ye”
On Saturday, October 22, the autumn sun peeked in and out of the clouds. The wind oscillated from gentle and accommodating to cold and brisk. The leaves radiated their brilliant fall colours. And my family said godbwye—goodbye—to my sister for the last time. Mary did not want any fuss, so family and friends stood at the edge of the Scattering Garden in Mount Pleasant Cemetery in London, Ontario as her ashes were scattered beneath her picture. And I sobbed. Saying a final goodbye is...
Read MoreI’m Too Young to be This Old!
Do you find it frustrating, maybe even annoying, when a song keeps playing nonstop in your head? I’m not talking about the one that you’ve heard recently; I’m talking about the one that you have no recollection of hearing, possibly for decades. That’s where I’ve been these past few days with a song The Byrds recorded in 1965 entitled, Turn! Turn! Turn! To Everything There is a Season.* What’s that all about! I never paid much attention to it then— perhaps because I was too busy...
Read MoreGod Sees the Little Nuthatch Fall…
The patio door was hit with a thud and I knew instantly what had happened. I was afraid to look out, but when I did, I saw nothing and sighed with relief. I walked carefully onto our deck and, again, saw nothing. And again, I sighed with relief…until I looked down. And there it was: a small, white-breasted nuthatch. Unlike its cousin—the red-breasted nuthatch that is bold and cocky—the white-breasted version is timid and flighty, not staying at the feeder to eat, but taking a nut or...
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