Talking the Talk and Walking the Walk
I read recently that experience is not what happens to you. It is what you do with what happens to you. And I’m reminded of my brother. The other day I had an unusually long conversation with my older brother, Doug. I learned something about him that I never knew before. Doug has been a volunteer for over a year in the cancer ward at the hospital in Windsor. In itself, this is no great feat…there are many who volunteer for countless, mundane tasks in hospitals. But then, my brother is a...
Read MoreThe Gates of Heaven
“Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven. Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea are excellent schoolmasters and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.” John Lubbock Sparrow Lake, Gravenhurst, Ontario August...
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Have you ever given much thought to the ticking of the clock? How about the hourly chimes on the grandfather clock in the hallway or the smaller version on the wall? I think the only time I really pay attention to the passing of minutes is when I’m in a hurry, or I’m late for an appointment, or someone is late in coming for dinner. Then I become a clock watcher! Time is precious; you only have to ask a person in their eighties or nineties! Our lives have often been compared to the...
Read MoreLife is Full of the Unexpected Joy
She walked through the main doors of Chapters in Peterborough. I noticed her immediately: everything she wore was white! Her jacket and pants were mismatched, but white! Her ankle socks met her almost-ankle-length pants and were at home in her white summer shoes. White on white! Even her hair was white! But the floral blouse she wore stood out like a black swan amongst white beauties…you know the Sesame Street song… “One of these things doesn’t belong!” It was almost a...
Read More“Come see my bedroom, Nana!”
Change is in my blood, inherited quite honestly from my mother. Moving furniture, repainting bedrooms, changing wallpaper was the norm growing up, and by default, my husband married into it. But that’s okay because change can be good. Hours of planning, hard work and maybe some sore muscles seems rather mote when you stand back and admire the finished product! Why not enjoy change? Why not put the sound of a different drummer into practice? And why not pass it on to your children? Recently,...
Read MoreThere is Something About That First Ride.
Do you remember your first roller coaster ride? Do you remember the anticipation and excitement that was soon replaced with utter terror when the car climbed ever so slowly up the first ‘mountain’ and then raced downhill at lightening speed toward a hairpin curve? Like me, did you believe in your heart of hearts that you were about to fly off into outer space? I have a vague memory of my first ride being on the Sunnyside Flyer at the now non-existent Sunnyside Amusement Park on Lake Ontario...
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