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Chasing Peace
I’ve had a tough time choosing my annual guiding word for 2018. In my journal, I keep my list of feeling words. They’re words that answer the question, “How do I want to feel when I get up in the morning?” My list is – joyous, beloved, creative, vibrant and wholehearted. Most years I choose from that list or go with something related to one of those words. This year is different. My attention keeps turning to peace. Peace. I want some. It’s difficult to maintain a peaceful disposition at the best of times, even if you’ve been born with one, like me. In today’s environment, it seems harder than…
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Finding Peace in Places
“I need peace in my life.” This is the silent prayer that has looped through my head for years. Ever since I was in my teens, I’ve sought out perfect spots to find the silence needed to think. The first I can remember was just a few short blocks from home, in a city park, on a little hill, in a community called North Haven. Whenever I felt like I needed peace, I’d go there, hop on a swing and let my feet pump me higher and higher until, on legs outstretched, they blocked Calgary’s city view on the horizon. Or, I’d sit on the swing with one toe pointed…
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An Audience With the Chief
A trip to the East Glacier area of Montana is like going back in time. Picture two old gents sitting on the porch of Thronson’s General Store, Babb, Montana. Their heads track simultaneously, right to left, as they keep an eye on the lone, helmetless, Harley rider passing through town. A cat leaps onto the railing in front of them and two sets of eyes turn to acknowledge the stray. This is the land of “Mo’ Betta Fireworks” and “Autentic Western Memobilla.” We are on a four-day vacation away from Fort McMurray after thirty-five straight days of work for my husband. This allows us enough time to take a sixty-minute…
