This is Day #15 of self isolation. I know for some of my friends around the world, it's been much longer. On Day #1, I took a new crisp, white notebook and wrote on its cover... 'The Coronavirus Pandemic' 2020 March ~ .' Completely unexpected words to have written on the cover of a journal; bewildering,… Continue reading Monday Morning Musing #72 – A Coronavirus Notebook, A ‘Travel Replacement Cuisine Evening…
Wrapped in our tartan blankets late Saturday evening, Bruce and I savoured the view from our deck. The stars were ablaze, the pine trees silhouetted against the light of the moon, and patches of snow still lingered in the warming spring air. It felt like a reawakening. It’s a little ironic, with winter making… Continue reading Monday Morning Musing #42 – What if your heart is all over the map?
These two films affected me deeply being born as I was in the 60s to a white middle class family. I have never ever been at the receiving end of discrimination. Not once, not ever. Not for anything.
The first thing I notice is the Hudson's Bay blanket. They are iconically Canadian and part of our country's history. But there it is, on my bed... in a Monastery in old Quebec City. The four muted, primary stripes of the blanket are the only colours in the room. A vision of white; austere… Continue reading Monday Morning Musing #36 – Silence in an Augustinian Monastery
It was a glorious sunny Sunday and I didn’t want to waste it so I decided to go for a walk. The Scheveningse Bosjes woods are at the top of my street and I walk there often, always in an anticlockwise direction. What is that? Why do I always walk that way round anywhere I… Continue reading Monday Morning Musing #33 Trying the other side of the street