Updated: Feb 22, 2022
According to a CNN article, the skating rink at Lake Louise is one of the most beautiful in the world. Every time we go to the mountains, I marvel at how lucky we are to live so close to such beauty.
Maureen
Updated: Feb 22, 2022
When I wrote our Christmas letter, our year sounded so difficult, I had to ease back in the writing so I didn’t depress friends and family with it. And yet it’s been a year of incredible growth, too. I guess they come together – struggles and growth.
Our year included malaria, lesser illnesses, the house next door torn down and replaced by a jerk builder who damaged our property, and the most expensive natural disaster in Canadian history, as flooding tore through the city.
We’re fine now – the family, the house next door, our city. My wish is that next year be a little quieter. Just a little less interesting, please. I’ll be glad to live a little more quietly, and put the chaos into my stories.
Maureen
Updated: Feb 22, 2022
Somehow in the chaos of Christmas, a series of furnace repairs culminating in a furnace replacement, and a cold that sucked my brain down to my toes, I completely forgot I have a blog.
I did remember I’m a writer, but knew there was no point in trying to write without a brain.
I’m now returning to sentience. We’re ready-enough for Christmas, and I’ve actually excavated the debris on my desk. And I’m making writing plans for the new year. I have several projects to edit, and when that’s done, a new project to dive into. And a whole series of ideas. Oh, there are so many ideas. That’s the best part of writing. This is one of the greatest joys of being a writer – those ideas that leap out of the ether, with their siren call. Come, come, play with me. Forget the world. Come and play.
Wishing everyone their own particular joys this season,
Maureen
