Transition is simply the path between possibilities. I’m swimming now in the middle of some minor transitions. This is good because while I’m midstream, I get a better view of the shore.

On Friday, if you had peeked into my life, you would have found me curled up in bed, with my book, and my dog, and the fan blowing cool air. At what time you ask? Well, pretty much all day!

I have spent most of this first week of September sitting at my desk. I am delving into new projects, cleaning up files, and replenishing office supplies – indulging in my favourite Pilot fineliner pens and bright, coloured Post-its.

Today is the last day of our island holiday. I was going to give myself a reprieve from writing a blog post this week but sitting here with my morning coffee, reluctant to start cleaning and packing, I find myself scribbling a few lines…

At the age of 10, I knew I was fat – not that anyone in my family was actually rude enough to say so – no, insinuations were enough.

Eight months and thirty-two blog posts ago when I began Ageless Possibilities, I shared my first three blog posts with a few trusted friends for their honest feedback.

The chanting floats into the room, softly building momentum, and then soars upwards to the vaulted roof. The voices catch in the ceiling fan and drift out to the deck, where they are carried on a breeze towards where I sit by the pond.

This morning I woke up in the spare room, the room that faces east. I was restless last night, my hips and legs were aching and I was worried that I was keeping my husband awake.

Ambiguous loss makes us feel incompetent. It erodes our sense of mastery and destroys our belief in the world as a fair, orderly, and manageable place.

Welcome to the brink of everything. It takes a lifetime to get here, but the stunning view of past, present, and future—and the bracing breeze in your face—make it worth the trip.

I am a planner. Give me a project or an event and I will make lists, create action plans, and develop outcomes. I will stay on schedule…

Those of you who follow my Facebook page will know that I have been on the island for the past month preparing my mother for her move into seniors housing. What a whirlwind it has been!

On my morning walks with Tucker, on the road behind my home, I regularly encounter a woman who I assume must live close by….

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

She was surprised at how the simplest of facts are overlooked by the people that need them the most and yet obvious to someone outside the situation.

Photographers call it ‘the sweet hour’ because of the quality of the light. That’s how I’ve come to think of this stage of life: bittersweet and beautiful because of the quality of the remaining light.”

At the age of 10, I knew I was fat – not that anyone in my family was actually rude enough to say so – no, insinuations were enough. Food rules dominated my childhood years.

The first time I thought about the colour of depression was while watching an episode of Fame, when I was in my mid-20s. Remember that show, the drama – and beautiful performances - of students attending a performing arts high school in New York?

“My outer world has become very, very quiet but my inner world currently has the volume turned up all the way.” I came across this quote on Instagram almost a month ago. The quote has been living in my conscience since…

Facebook reminds me that every year at the beginning of May, I have been traveling. This year would have been no exception.