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Pictured above- Heather showering, about to be assaulted by intrusive thoughts.Image from https://thefilmstage.com/who-directed-the-iconic-psycho-shower-scene/ There are some circumstances where being alone with your thoughts can be very positive. I love mulling things over, making connections, reflecting on experiences, solving problems, etc. … Continue reading →

I find the latest OECD stats (November 5, 2024) for OECD countries (38 developed and dramatic countries spanning the world) rather sobering. Be kind, everyone. It’s tough times for many. ❤️

I have always embraced the candles, lights, and lanterns of the season. I have a particular fondness for the multicolour incandescent variety- both miniature and old school individual screw-in lights. The colours bring such joy to such a cold, dark … Continue reading →

I’ve not had a chance to post here as often as my heart longs to due to work – damn work – and other life obligations, including many new ones since dad’s passing. I will always stop in when I … Continue reading →

Today is the Grey Cup football game- the final chapter in the 2024 Canadian football season. As expected, the Edmonton Elks (although grammatically correct, insert Dad wince here. Our family would have preferred Edmonton Elk when they were renamed from … Continue reading →

Just a brief, contemplative post on the many exits to life I’ve witnessed or been close to over the years of those closest to me. There are so many ways to face that final transformation. They all unfold differently and … Continue reading →

In addition to honouring all who have served, including my own family, I am remembering my Dad today. He always set up a beautiful display, which included pictures of my Grandpas. The below display Dad set up last year has … Continue reading →

Hurt (Trent Reznor) I hurt myself todayTo see if I still feelI focus on the painThe only thing that’s real The needle tears a holeThe old familiar stingTry to kill it all awayBut I remember everything What have I become?My … Continue reading →

It’s been another tough, impossible afternoon, the kind of afternoon where my throat is a painful lump and breathing hurts. I’m on a precipice of another long weekend. I dread the additional time. Just more time to grieve and hurt. … Continue reading →

A friend shared this poem with me late last night, knowing it would resonate with me deeply. It does.