living purposefully…not perfectly
I was reading about Ottawa’s newest Poet Laureate: Albert Dumont. This accomplished Algonquin poet, storyteller and elder believes that to write poetry, one need not be refined or polished (thank goodness). Instead, one simply needs to be a human being with a heart.
Read more “Shootin’ the Breeze”This topic has been on my mind for a while. I first read about it in Greg McKeown’s Essentialism but am fairly certain it is a well-known affliction. I tiredly pumped my fists in the air after reading: AHA! That explains it!
Read more “Decision Fatigue”Recent provincial measures and interprovincial bridge shutdowns have imposed a welcomed break from cabin renovations.
Read more “Lesson #9 The Flow of Water”A friend recently highlighted an ailment suffered by many of us: Impatientitits. You may know its sister syndrome: Get’erdonetosis.
I am not sure which planets were aligning this week, but the celestial happenings caused me to lose my rational stuffing.
Read more “Keep Calm and Plant A Tree”We often have crap in our lives that requires curb kicking. Some items and entities go willingly while others hang on for dear life. Or it is us that cling. Either way, stuff can be harder to shake than a fleece-embedded burr.
Read more “Lesson #8 Heeding the Spirit of Stuff”It is liberating to finally open the windows and breathe fresh air deeply into winter-weary lungs.
Read more “Spring Cleaning”You have met Stella the wood stove and our eight squatting squirrels (eviction papers successfully served).
I would now like to introduce Bert.
Read more “Lesson #7 Nature’s Call”
I have been wondering whether or not to disclose the purchase price of the cabin. I asked a friend for advice.
Read more “It Really Is Not About the Money”
If you recall in Baby Toes Blues, our first order of business on the cabin (after duct-taping Dave’s toes together) was squirrel proofing the soffits with double layers of mesh. There was evidence of a squirrel presence that needed addressing before they hunkered down for the winter, isolating in place with kith and kin and a good bottle of gin.
Read more “Lesson #6 If the Cabin Were a British Pub”