This photo was snapped about eight and a half years ago and is one of my favourite shots of Apollo. He was three and always happy to play outside with his Nana. Actually, he is still happy to come play with his Nana, with a camera in his hand. LOL

I almost used this shot a couple of times with text along the top for a fall themed photo but it just didn’t feel right. I mean, I think this would be safe to use. It doesn’t show his face but at the time it didn’t seem safe. What are your thoughts about sharing photos of your kids and safety? Everyone seems to do it with no worries. Am I too overprotective?

Here’s another shot from that day. It’s a little blurry and the reflections on the glasses are rather distracting but look at that face! I could be a little biased.

Take a good look at his coat! I loved this coat because it had schematics all over it. Well it had traces anyway. LOL! My husband started showing Apollo basic schematic symbols just around this time because of his coat. Man kids are like sponges… they just slurp up the knowledge.

It was around this time that Apollo started learning how to beat box. He was born with Stickler’s Syndrome, a connective tissue disorder, so his Mom, @dezziq has always encouraged any interests which don’t include strenuous activity such as contact sports.

Apollo is now 11 and I think he’s an awesome beat boxer. A while back he very confidently performed when he opened for a group called Dead Celebrity Status at a local venue. (I can’t find my pics from that night but I’ll keep looking through my drives until I find them then I’ll share!)

I’m going to church with the boys tomorrow….. yes…..I said it…church. If you know me then you know this is not a common Sunday morning routine for me but tomorrow is special. Who knows what shenanigans we will get up to.

How did I get way over here from there? Is this what a “free write” is? LOL!! Thanks for reading.

Until next time friends…

Hey everyone! Let me tell you about the time I ventured to the Mystic Bookshop here in London, Ontario, in search of my very own Tarot deck. I already had the Ryder Waite deck, a gift from a dear friend during my teenage years, but I was on the lookout for something new, something that really resonated with me.

After doing a bit of homework, I had my heart set on the Barbra Walker set. But something unexpected happened at the shop. The lovely lady there invited me behind the counter to get up close and personal with all the decks. As I crossed through her little gate, a deck tumbled off the shelf and landed on the floor. I brushed it off as possibly just a vibration from the nearby construction and put it back on the shelf.

I spent quite some time perusing the decks, and yes, the Barbra Walker deck was there. But, as I reached out to grab it, that same deck that had fallen earlier did so again. This time, I held onto it as I continued to browse.

You’ve probably guessed by now which deck I chose. The Elemental Tarot deck seemed to be calling out to me, almost as if we were meant to be together. When I got home and opened the deck, I was pleasantly surprised to find two Lovers cards. Over the next few days, as I got to know my new cards, I decided they deserved a special bag.

A few years earlier, I’d bought this gorgeous yard of fabric with images of women washing clothes in a river and holding infants. It was so vibrant and natural, and it seemed like the perfect choice for my tarot bag.

 I made a simple drawstring bag out of it, using colourful braided embroidery floss. I also crafted a little gem bag from a piece of velvet from my grandmother’s old skirt – it was too sentimental to part with. And with the leftover fabric, I created a tarot cloth, just a simple square with a crocheted edging. Everything turned out perfectly!

Until next time friends…

Some crazy wing-nut over on Hive put out a challenge  to post only TEN things that are on your bucket list. This sounds simple enough, right? It was really hard to narrow it down:

We need freedom. I don’t mind working. Work is part of everything we do. I just want to have the freedom to work from any location I choose!

Make a plan, grab the tent and kayaks and go! As long as there’s an Internet connection I’m good to go. As a mom, I couldn’t just take off like that. There was always too much going on. This empty nester is going for it.

This probably doesn’t need much explanation. I think we all want it. Life flies by, regrets occur and grief ensues. I’m working towards chewing these issues, until they loose their flavour, and spitting them out the car window. Think I’m keeping my “Cred” on this one… time will tell.

I often take for granted the power of real laughter! Chrissy, a long time and well loved friend, makes me laugh until I cry. After we part I feel good! When I’m sad or anxious my husband acts like a goob and makes me laugh. It’s like medicine. I’m going to enjoy this part of my bucketlist. LOL!

A life-long dream. First I read “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” (by James Thurber) then I saw the movie with Ben Stiller. Both times drew me in. I wanted to be there. I will be one day.

I’ve always wanted to do this! From the East Coast to the West. On up to the northern territories/provinces and back across. I want to take my time, maybe camp along the way, and explore! Of course kayaks will be included.

Okay….. this is a little sappy and I know the clock is ticking but I’m putting it in here!

I forget this way too often, especially when I’m having a bad day. You never know what people have going on in their lives. And it makes me feel good too.

You are probably saying, “Just Move!”. No…we love it here. It’s in the perfect location….we can make it work.

I know…. sappy again. My heart burst with love when I held my babies. It full out exploded when I held my baby’s baby. I can only imagine the feeling of holding a great grandchild.

THIS sucker holds me back at times. Goes back to childhood. Do we ever grow up?

Thanks for reading my Top TEN. There is one more however that just needs to said: To perform the greatest, non retaliatory, prank on my husband. The type of prank that just makes him stare at me in wonder with “WTF?” on his lips. Thanks… I feel better now.

Until next time friends…