As a mother, one of my greatest goals is to preserve the wonder and enchantment of early childhood. Children are so fresh and vibrant, open to suggestion and endlessly imaginative. I love giving small prompts and watching things be carried far beyond my first sentence or two. Yesterday, a glance ahead between the trees revealed just such an opportunity. An unexpected locale was ahead of us, just out of sight of the little ones, but a ripe opportunity for setting the scene of an adventure in their eyes. A quiet, brisk walk in grey-brown woods turned into a quest with a fairytale fortress at the end, likely offering up breathtaking views from atop its great height. Continue reading “Fairytale Tower: A Surprise Adventure in the Forest”
Taylor and I were able to slip away for a walk all alone a few weeks ago, right at the height of autumnal glory. What I lovingly refer to as “peak week”. Right when the whole world is ablaze with that fiery glow of autumn leaves burning brightly before they fall to their slow death on the forest floor below. I feel an exhilaration deep down in my soul during this short, but intense season. The seeming light of the very leaves permeates me down to my very bones, filling a sacred void inside me that craves such unparalleled beauty. Getting away with my husband to experience this together was one of my favourite moments this past year. Autumn always puts me in a deep state of reflection too. Something I’ve been contemplating over the course of this past autumn season is Taylor and my relationship. Continue reading “Autumn Walks & Other Clichés: a Reflection in Marriage”
We woke up early that morning. It was a Saturday morning, which means nothing in particular when your kids are as little as this. Weekend or not, they rise when they wish.
“Helen, look outside.” my husband told me as he headed downstairs to let our dog Twig out. I lazily slid out of bed and crossed the room to pull back our thick, grey curtains which are supposed to block out all sunlight, giving me empty promises about my kids sleeping in later. I was greeted by the soft, cottony glow of sunrise through a fog descending upon our neighbourhood. My eyes widened in delight, and I felt a surprising spring in my step as I whirled around and called after Taylor, “Babe, let’s go on a foggy walk in the woods together!” Continue reading “One Early Morning in November”