Author Archives: WendyA
The landscape of grief
Grief is a strange and timeless landscape.
Yesterday, the day took a dip and I was again journalling through my thoughts and emotions, back in that familiar landscape of sorrow and disappointment and the struggle to understand life’s twists and unexpected turns.
I know I am making progress. The dips are less frequent, less deep and last less long. Still, there is that little voice that says, “Back here again? Shouldn’t you be over this? What’s wrong with you?”
I am firmly telling that voice to shut up.
Grief takes it’s own sweet time.
It digs deep into your heart and unearths previously unknown places. Places of pure and intense emotion – anger, beauty, collapse, courage. And, in that intimate place of self, there is a strange connection with the ghost of the person who has passed out of your life.
I guess that’s why it’s sometimes hard to let go of grief. Because you also have to let go of that person who you are moving away from and leaving behind. Leave them in the past and move into your future without them.
Leave that version of yourself behind and move into a different future.
It’s a journey we all take alone.
Wordless Wednesday – wrong turn
Music Monday – surfin’ ska
I’m gonna surfin’ in Tofino
And I’m never coming back
Wordless Wednesday – the morning of the sale
Music Monday – Don’t look down
Don’t let your feet touch ground
And don’t look down
Time to get pickled
They say that many hands make light work.
Perhaps. But let’s face it. Hard work is still hard work.
What many hands do is make the hard work take less time. And, if they are the right hands (and some left), they throw in love and laughter, knowledge and experience, ideas and inspiration, time to talk and touch base and a lot of listening.
And so it was yesterday as I gathered with some good friends to spend the day making dilly beans, mustard beans and honey-dilled carrots.
First, the obligatory feet shot. Pretty toes to pretty toes, ready to support a long day ahead.
The cat, sensing a hard day’s work ahead, retreats to the shade of the honeysuckle to nap. Cats are smart.
I don’t know that much about pickling and canning and jam-making. Home-making skills, I guess you’d call them. As a single woman living alone, there is not much impetus to spend a lot of time making large batches of preserves. After all, a girl can only eat or give away so many jars of pickles, or jam, or whatever. And to get enough variety, we’re talking several different batches! So, my experience level is low. But, I can chop veggies, tip and tail beans and I peel a mean carrot.
I’m also fairly teachable. So, I get to help with some of the trickier jobs – filling the jars, sealing the lids. Uh, taking artsy photos.
The honey-dilled carrots are definitely my fav of today’s work. Dilly beans are great, especially for Caesars! The mustard beans? Meh, not a favourite. But, good for gift-giving and I strategically bartered some of my mustard beans for more dilly beans. Did I mention the Caesars?
All in all, a good day’s work. You can see the results of our hard labour. Some say this is the reward. For me, the time spent with friends is the real reward. You can’t fit that in a jar. Although, we do sometimes get a bit pickled.
Sadly, I think we wore out the cat. Hopefully he recovers by chocolate-making time in December.
Wordless Wednesday – Unlimited Growth
Music Monday – Spectacular Vancouver
It’s you that makes me feel happy.
It’s you that makes me feel right.
It’s you that makes me feel crazy.
It’s You. It’s You. It’s You.



















