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Sunset Over The Water

Scenic View of Ocean During Sunset
The gulls cry out with shrieks of sorrow.
The waves sound softly against the shore
As the sun sets across the water.
Feel the soft breeze whisper through your hair.

One thing I always miss about the beautiful summer nights is the sunsets. My favorite place to watch them is at the lake while sipping wine on the private beach.

My husband’s family has a cabin at Jackfish Lake which is part of Meota but just on the other side of that lake. It’s the one place I feel completely relaxed and in tune with myself. I feel this way anywhere in nature really but but the water is where I’m most content. I haven’t been in the water for longer than I can remember and my anxiety gets too high with just the thought of going in. I can’t imagine why.

While I’ve been working on healing past traumas and wounds, this realization kept nagging at me. I used to love the water. I would go swimming for hours and my mom would have to bribe me to get out of the lake. Swimming pools aren’t even close to being the same thing. My family would call me a fish or a mermaid since I spent so much time in the water. Somewhere along the way something happened to cause a fear of being in the water. Hopefully I can get past this fear and enjoy some more time in the water.

Have a wonderful and safe day my friends!


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(Re-Blog)Only If I Could! – A Poem (Part – 1)

I was so touched by this piece I just had to share it. It’s heart wrenching and sad in an all too familiar way. The tears fall freely each time I read this but for me it encouraged hope and healing and understanding that we are not alone. We don’t have to fight alone, we can hold each others hands for this long and difficult journey. Stay well my friends.

Thank you to for allowing me to re-blog this and for sharing her heart with us.


Drawn and edited by me.

This time I’ve chosen to write a poetry about a very sensitive and serious issue, that is ‘RAPE’. I know it’s quite a long one, but I’ve written it with all my emotions, portraying myself as a clock hanging on the wall and narrating the story of a young girl in the room.

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October 15,2020

My Mom would have celebrated her 60th birthday just a few days ago. I celebrated for her. I had to work that day and it was a hard day. I made it through and got home to have supper with my dad for Thanksgiving. I hope he enjoys that the kids love having him around as much as they do. Sometimes I forget they don’t share the same memories of him as I do.

Monday was the first day in about 2 years (as far I can remember) that the kids have seen their other Grandpa, my bio dad. I call him every once in awhile to see how he is doing because regardless of our short history of 7 years (hard to believe its been that long already) I genuinely care about his well-being and worry that he may end up back in jail. The kids were surprised and happy to see him. His face lit up when he saw us all get out of the car. He did not recognize my voice when I called him. We spent only about 20 minutes with him in the parking lot at the North Battleford Library.

Today we test out a different curriculum for my daughter. I feel comfortable enough in our routine that I am okay with trying something different. She has trouble sitting still or maintaining focus so moving, hands on activities and games are the best way for her to retain the things she learns. Math is a challenge, though I hear that from so many Moms and teachers.

I regret that I missed the most vital time for picture taking this time of year. Most of the leaves have changed and fell leaving bare branches everywhere I look. The leaves are now blowing freely throughout the streets and fields making their own adventures and living wildly before the cold and harsh Mr. Winter arrives.

I will leave you with this.

The colors are so fierce and bright,
I know their feelings in such depth, 
Our emotions entangled into one.

Stay well friends,


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Goblins On The Mind

Drink! Screams the goblin
While he sits high in the tree
and the river roars
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I’m really not sure why this scene popped in my mind and I don’t know who’s he’s screaming at. But when the thought screamed, I wrote it down. Perhaps I should re-visit this scene later and see if I can figure out what’s ailing the old guy. Have a great weekend!!


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Your touch cools my skin,

Your scent warms my soul.

The sound of your laugh so soothing,

The whisper of your voice so calming.

Your arrival always welcomed,

Your presence always refreshing.