Going to Seed

I had a couple of frustrating days this week, so I took my complaints out to the Land. I wandered to my Holy Hill, wondering Who would speak, Who would be the voice of the Holy Wild, who would ease my angst? I did not hear the voice of Goldenrod until later. (It was likeContinue reading “Going to Seed”

When I am 64…

It is MY birthday and I am 64. I take after Daddy, so I am not yet grey. I walked almost 8 km yesterday. (We are celebrating in Alma and Fundy National Park.) I climbed back up the Laverty Falls trail without getting out of breath, while my hubby at 53 had to keep stoppingContinue reading “When I am 64…”