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We will rise We will rise Stronger and wiser Braver and more prepared Kinder and more considerate We will rise Less concerned about what we have personally Focusing on what we can do together To be better We will rise After wondering if we ever will After sleepless night After longing for connection We will rise Above our self absorption Feeling satisfied with less Knowing ourselves more honestly We will rise After the kicking and screaming After the name calling After the bl

Autumn a time for old and new A haze has hung heavy over our air space for the last few weeks.  Some of that has been a fog that autumn brings and some has been smoke from the fires which have raged as we all watched heartbroken and horrified for our neighbours to the south. Breathing has not come easy for those of us with asthma and other respiratory afflictions and tension surrounds me when I am out, with my mask on, picking up groceries. I giggle awkwardly and say somethin

The days can seem long right now.  Nights for some, can feel even longer.  Some people can’t sleep and some are sleeping lots and some are stress eating and some have no appetite. This can be a bit of a scary time for some people. Many are feeling trapped and isolated and unsure, so very unsure.  There is so much information, so many opinions.  What is really happening?  Well, I have my doubts that we, the royal we, you and me and the rest of the unwashed masses, will ever re

Father’s Heart This is our first Father’s Day since our Dad died, it’s hard. It took me 60 years to really understand about my Dad and our relationship and loss and pain and regret and forgiveness and finding our way back to each other. I sometimes sway between it happened too late and it happened just in time and mostly, I am so very grateful we found our way back to each other. How I long for the days to have my Dad place my feet on the top of his feet and we would dance, o

Maybe you are like me. My stories never seem to begin, in the beginning. Rather I seem to realize somewhere in the middle of a story, that I am actually currently in a story or experience or whatever this is and now I need to somehow go back, to the real beginning, to get to where I am now, so we can somehow arrive at where I intended to take us to in the first place. Clear as mud? Great! So, to start all of this, let me just say, that I have been travelling for a very long

Blog day 2 Mother’s Day and Nurse’s week: I miss you Mum Mother’s day, a day that brings smiles and tears.  Shame and Pain and joy and hope.  A day of precious moments and love lost. There is no one way, right way, proper way, real deal way to do Mother’s day.  Some people are just trying to get through it.  Some are rejoicing.  It’s all ok in my mind; we do what we need to do. I think of my Mum and all the years I spent wanting her, watching her, judging her, needing her, av

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