Walk Peacefully
Finding her own way, she was slain trodding her own path.
In, around and beyond our village
Finding her own way, she was slain trodding her own path.
It is said, nature is a healer and I feel that every day, surrounded by nature’s beauty with the fields and the woods at my doorstep.
As summer comes to an end and routine stares us in the face, the Wandering Wakefield bloggers are resurfacing to a new blog format which we hope allows for greater … Continue reading Notice-new format
Isn’t it grand that one can still learn valuable lessons at any age? A recent vignette during a family visit woke me up and made an indelible stamp on my … Continue reading Stormy lessons
River swimming means learning the river’s language, means knowing where the counter-currents are strongest, where in the spring you can be swept back to the General Store despite swimming hard as you can in the opposite direction.
I realize, as I write down some of my life’s adventures, that perhaps I am like a cat, with the proverbial nine lives.
installment three Jaret held Bernadette as she sobbed in his arms the morning Kendra was born. He tried to console her as best a bewildered husband can. “Honey, we have … Continue reading Over the Sea Wall
In the season of dark dreams I search for angels.
I have so enjoyed getting to know Tom Thomson and friends ..
I remember thinking at the time, after a particularly gratifying run of social engagements, that Wakefield might even be turning me into an extrovert.
The research study is to develop heat stress guidelines for manual workers. It isn’t as simple as it sounds, of course.
The price of gas should discourage one from a road trip, yet the sights, tastes and aromas, a mere 8 hours away can be worth every penny. The journey, not … Continue reading Ontario road trip