Accepting My Limitations

Fall is coming. The geese form wiggly skeins of pointed v’s, honking over the sound of their rustling feathers as they fly low over our yard. The trees are changing colour – not because of the season, but because the drought has gone on so long that they’re too stressed to stay green. Red and…

Your Job Isn’t Who You Are

*Updated 1 Nov to add thanks to @jryancs.  It’s fall. The big leaf maples are shedding their leaves—a profusion of yellow, orange, and red covers the trail on our forest walk. I stay alert to the possibility of crossing paths with the bear that’s been wandering around our neighbourhood, but my ears are full of…

September: The Start of a New Year

We’re halfway through September. The evenings are getting cooler, and we’ve been getting light rain showers every few days. In the mornings when I do my three pages of writing on the front porch, a blanket on my legs and a cup of tea beside me, the road in front of our house is busy…