Category Archives: Pensive & Poignant Thoughts

The colourless gains its palette The cold harshness has tenderized The heat of the sun strengthens The souls that it touches feed off its energy The power of the collective consciousness The collective sigh of relief palpable The change is anew and The long asleep start to stir The restless start to scurry with jovialContinue reading “The Melody Of March”

One evening we were fortunate enough to have cheesecake, from the Cheesecake Factory, for dessert. I plated it on what I like to call ‘dessert plates’, added a dab of whip cream and a perfectly fanned out strawberry on top. I asked my kids, who are 8 and 11, if they like their fancy dessert.Continue reading “Stay Fancy!”

If you were to ask me today what my religious affiliation is I would answer that I am officially affiliated with the Roman Catholic religion but my spiritual beliefs have evolved into a larger realm. I guess that’s the best way I know how to describe it at the moment. My beliefs are not toContinue reading “Part 2: Coincidence? I Think Not”

I’ve been wanting to explore this deeply personal subject with you. It is a subject I am quite passionate about, something that has ebbed and flowed throughout my life and has taken many shapes and forms, but has never been out of reach. I’m struggling to find the right words to essentially express my spiritualContinue reading “Part 1: Coincidence? I Think Not”

It dawned on me today that the things I think about, and sometimes worry about, at my age are certainly not the things I thought about when I was much younger. I am not talking about the obvious worries like going grey and seeing darker circles around my eyes—although I’ve spent enough money on expensiveContinue reading “Funny Thoughts After 40!”

This picture has always felt like an accurate reflection of my childhood…possibly my young adult years as well. Let’s start this story from the beginning. In this picture I was 4 years old. I was in junior kindergarten. I attended D’Arcy McGee Elementary School, in Toronto. I was only at this school for one yearContinue reading “Always the ‘Old lady’, Never the ‘Young Princess’”