I doubt my husband has even boarded his flight yet and already the sheets are spinning in the washing machine and the duvet is airing on the balcony – all in readiness of having the bed to myself for a whole week!

A frosty, sunny morning and, as my husband had a week’s holidays, we decided we had the time to drive to a neighbourhood we are considering for our retirement years.

I have been fluctuating lately with how I feel at the start of this aging journey. For the most part I feel contentment and curiosity – comfortable with my body, confident in my wisdom and excited by the opportunities ahead.

I’m working less these days so I try to be mindful of my spending. On my morning walks with the dog I gift myself a weekly oat milk latte at my local coffee shop.

I stood on the cusp of 60 and felt old. My mind was still sharp, my body was still fit but I felt like I was looking at the end of the road! I could not fathom what I would do for the next 10, 20, 30 years….

The great poet, Mary Oliver, died this year. Lines from her poems and essays can be found scattered around my home…

A colleague of mine has started writing a memoir of moments from her life that have shaped the woman she has become. A friend’s husband has recently self-published a murder mystery…

The sun is beginning its ascent on this west coast morning and I have gifted myself the luxury of a lazy morning in bed – reading, writing and beginning this new blog adventure…