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Personal Shield March 2018 from Moonshine 2018 by Effy Wild https://effywild.com/

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Last Day!

9/30/2021

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Today (Effy’s birthday! Happy birthday, Effy!) is the last day of Effy’s blogalong and I want to thank everyone for reading and commenting and for those participating, thank you too for your blogs. You have all been faithful and constant companions these past 30 days, some of you from April and beyond even, and it’s so lovely to reconnect.

I have nothing much to add and very little time—our poetry group is meeting by zoom tonight before I go to work. I wrote this haiku yesterday for today in response to a photo I took a couple of days ago. It is appropriate in a couple of ways today. 

I found out this morning that one of our clients at work passed away. I will miss her. We had long routines with her and her and I shared a similar sense of humour. It always felt good to make her laugh. I know that she considered me one of her favourites and hadn’t liked the idea of me taking 2 weeks off. She was already in hospital when I returned to work.

Everywhere I went through town today I noticed orange tee shirts in support of Canada’s first National Truth and Reconciliation Day. And I thought how good that support is in this country and especially in this city where I have noticed profound indigenous discrimination throughout my years here. I felt proud even though it’s disgusting that there is a need for a day like this and even with the knowledge that this is just a start and takes so much more than one day. But I saw a country and a city acknowledging a horrific past and attempting to educate and support and ensure that the past is not forgotten or repeated in any way or form. I saw a country and a city stumbling ahead with earnest, being human. And it melted my heart. 


Day 273

Between petunias
dead maple leaves nestle
fortune tellers


Last day of Effy’s blogalong! (day 30)

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Thriving With Change

9/29/2021

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Change, although constant and sure, usually gets a bad rap. But some changes are good. This miniature rose that Rob gave me last week has adapted well to its spot by the window in our living room, the roses opening from buds to reveal their gorgeous dusky red petals.

Likewise I’ve been making changes in our home: cleaning and sorting and throwing away, especially in the basement. My goal is for one of our two allotted weekly garbage bags to be from the basement. 

Little x little = lots + lots

That’s my encouragement equation. It hasn’t always worked through the years but when it does and when I adhere to it, it’s powerful. Change begets change. A body in motion is more likely to stay in motion? Is that a fundamental life law? Some things aren’t getting done—the sills still need painting outside, not to mention the house itself and putting up a fence would be good and are we putting up the temporary garage/shelter this year? But others are getting done big time. I took apart the whole dishwasher last night, even parts that we’ve never taken apart before, and gave it a good overhaul clean. Now I can put in the dishes that are creeping onto the counters. Lol. 

Our upright freezer should be fixed on Friday—yay! 

Maybe it’s the result of being on holiday for a couple of weeks even though I got precious little done at that time? 

Maybe it’s fall? I always have more energy in the fall, find it easier to follow through on idle thoughts and good intentions. A dj on the radio today suggested that the cooler days kick us into a higher gear especially for outside jobs. But these jobs are inside. 

Maybe it’s the influence of the sunflowers by the back door? Are they really instilling a sense of pride in me and in our home? 

Whatever it is, and it’s best to not overthink but just to keep going, these changes make me feel like I’m thriving. For the first time in years, one of the basement windows has been opened to let fresh air in everyday for the past few days. I've moved things around by that window to maximise the amount of daylight and  I have a plug-in air freshener down there too. 

Little by little in lots and lots of ways, I’m reclaiming our house and home. 

Day 272

Miniature roses
bloom at home dusky red
thrive with changes

Day 29 of Effy’s blogalong

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Perfect Timing

9/28/2021

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Something absolutely lovely, sad in a way but lovely, happened today that has somewhat pre-empted my haiku focus. I make prisms for a local cat rescue as a fundraiser but it’s something I’ve been doing on my own for years as gifts for loved ones and occasionally strangers who lose a beloved pet. The rainbows from the prisms represent the poem Rainbow Bridge and hopefully will bring comfort and remind of happy times. Anyway, for several months on instagram, following my love of corgis, I had been following an account of a sweet corgi called Lily who only had one eye. She died suddenly earlier this year and her moms were of course heartbroken. I cried too. I learned that Lily had been a rescue and they had only had her a couple of years. I have a special place in my heart for all rescues, my own pets all having being rescues.

Anyway, I wanted to send a prism to Lily’s moms without letting them know what it was. I also love surprises. I worried about asking them for a mailing address but they obliged. However I’m a terrible procrastinator (and pretty busy!) and it took some time before I got round to making the prism. Finally I did make it (I try to make them intuitively with the particular pet in mind) and I sent them an email to assure them I hadn’t forgotten them and to alert them to a surprise in their mailbox. They live in the States and I live in Canada and the mail is pretty crazy at the moment so I had no idea how long it would take to get there.

This is what happened today: 
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on instagram post reads: Today would have been Lily's third gotcha day. The first pic is one of my absolute favs from when she first came home. Just so happy to have a family. We also received this beautiful prism in the mail today from @lassfromyorks in remembrance of Lil. The perfect day to receive such a beautiful gift. Enjoy some other faves of our sweet girl. Thinking about her an extra lot today.-Momma Morgan
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Thanks for having a paw in all this, Lily. I had no idea of the significance of the date nor any control over when it was delivered. I like to think the timing brought them some comfort, knowing that Lily was doing her best to console them and let them know she was still with them. Her moms sent me a personal message of thanks, too and I think they did understand. That’s what I believe anyway. 

Following is my haiku today. The calendar is work from my poet friend, Erin, who makes scenes (and portraits) come alive through construction paper. 


Day 271
Her work she’s selling
delivered across town
her hug, the best gift


Day 28 of Effy’s blogalong


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Guardians

9/27/2021

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Moons and suns with faces and personified trees and flowers have always freaked me out a little. I’m not sure why and thinking about it I thought it may have stemmed from Mam’s terror of the fighting trees in The Wizard of Oz. Her sisters were furious with her when they all got kicked out of the cinema while watching the movie as kids because Mam couldn’t stop screaming. I never saw the film as a child (which probably was good as, even though it’s a great story, the wicked witch and flying monkeys would have given me nightmares for years, I’m sure!). 

Once a Sooty and Sweep show, a British children’s show, gave the moon a smiling face and I had to turn my Sooty and Sweep alarm clock face down for months because it had a moon on it. Bill and Ben The Flowerpot Men haunted me so much (even Little Weed) I could never watch them. I still can’t really! To this day I can’t hear the Dr Who theme music without feeling a knot of anxiety. And we won’t even talk about the daleks or The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe and the HUGE wardrobe in my childhood bedroom that petrified me.

So it has been a revelation in my adult years that I’ve grown to like suns and moons with faces and leaf people. I see them as guardians now. Dad has never had any of these fears and Mam was okay with most things except fighting trees so when I was visiting Linda in Maple Ridge, BC, I found the perfect gift to buy for them: a round oak leaf man. It hung on their dining room wall for years. But when Dad met Sandy after Mam died, he got rid of a lot of his things. I took the oak leaf man. He's only about 4 inches wide. I like that he has energy from the visit with Linda and energy from being in Mam and Dad’s house. He stays tucked away most of the year but has a prominent place on my autumn altar to perfectly embrace and embody fall and its energies.

When Dad and Sandy bought a house in town, I gave them a leaf man door knocker as a present. They hung it by their gate: a guardian for their garden.


Day 270

Gift to my father
taken back from his walls
energy exchange


Day 27 of Effy’s blogalong

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Deep Sleep

9/26/2021

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Day 269 

Working midnight shifts/
easy to envy fax machine/
deep sleep mode/

Nothing much to add to this. I have envied our fax machine many a midnight shift as I drink my diet cola to stay awake while it apparently has a deep sleep right beside me. The audacity!

I had a stay-cation for 2 weeks recently and my body loved sleeping at night time—the regular schedule even though my actual sleep time varied greatly. It felt delightfully indulgent and reassuring to know that I’d be able to sleep at the end of the day. But I returned to super-quiet shifts that I easily adjusted to and I slept deeply through the day so the transition back was good.

Tonight though, my turnaround day, I have a completely fresh bed waiting and I’m anticipating my own deep sleep mode.

Sweet dreams!


Day 26 of Effy’s blogalong

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Batik-dyed Drapes

9/25/2021

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My cell phone takes great photos of flowers and plants and general landscapes, but sunsets? Not so much. So last night during a magnificent blaze of a sunset, I ended up with the following photo which is a zoom in of the original. It shows nothing much of anything, not the intensity of the orange sky, nor the reflected fire in the remaining tree leaves, not even the contrast of close-up unaffected leaves. But I knew I wanted my haiku today to be a reflection of the sunset so to speak and as I post on instagram, I try to have a somewhat corresponding photo to post. This was it. But as I studied it and thought about the sunset itself, there so briefly and ever-changing in its splendor, the photo reminded me of batik-dyed cloth. Hence the haiku.

I don’t have batik-dyed drapes but I’d sure love some if they looked like this. And as for wanting a different camera on my phone? Maybe not after all.


Day 268

Orange blaze through trees
sunset ignites autumn sky 
batik-dyed drapes close


Day 25 of Effy’s blogalong

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Of Moors and Memories

9/24/2021

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Picturepurple heather in a purple glass tiled container
A gift of a small pot of heather delighted me no end yesterday. I hope I can keep this one alive. I’ve had one before. Heather reminds me of the Yorkshire Moors which we drove across and visited lots when I was growing up. I love the vast wildness. Those purples waves. That biting wind. And the sheep that live there. 

A couple of years ago, when Dad and Sandy went on their honeymoon to England and especially Yorkshire, I was so excited for Sandy to see the heather but there was none when they got there—wrong time of year—September? In my mind the heather is always in bloom! Even under snow. Lol. 

Many many moons ago (over 20 years) when I was working at Zellers, I discovered a wallpaper border that reminded me of heather. Although abstract, it has a distinct heather-blowing-in-the-wind shape in purple on it. My heart leapt and I absolutely had to have it. My bedroom is still teal (from the background colour on the border) and sports that probably now very unfashionable border and wall colour. But I don’t care. I fall asleep surrounded by heather (quite literally now as I've placed the real-life heather by the bedroom window)  and often lulled to sleep with sweet memories. 


Day 267

Purple heather
my heart sings of childhood days
home across the moors


Day 24 of Effy’s blogalong

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image description: top of a bookcase with a white cloth and a black and white photo, rocks and angel ornaments against a teal wall with a wallpaper border of purple heathery shapes all below a metal sign saying 'dream' with a glass raindrop and red ceramic heart hanging from it
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The Holiday's Over

9/23/2021

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​After my tears yesterday morning, Rob came home from work earlier yesterday evening and brought a red miniature rose and this beautiful red begonia. I love flowers and plants so they were both very much appreciated, as was the gesture. They also brought me comfort today as I prepared to go back to work tonight after two weeks holiday. 

I had ideas and plans for my time off, hardly any of which materialised, but the time off was wonderful and even though I still didn’t let myself sleep enough, my body really appreciated sleeping at night. I work midnights so sleeping at night time feels so indulgent.

I returned to tai chi class/practice today. Ahhhhh…The energy was palpable, almost too much throbbing in my fingertips and palms at times. But then I think is there such a thing as too much? Perhaps I’m more afraid of the power, the energy than anything else. What if I embraced it all fully instead of experiencing it but shying away from it and toning it down? What then? Perhaps that need to play it small, to be small, to feel small, isn’t so much a need but a habit? One that needs to be over.

Day 266

Red begonia
gift given for comfort
holidays over



Day 23 of Effy’s blog

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Triggering Triggers

9/22/2021

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Pictureimage description: mauve mums with a thick spider web between them
Warning: I talk about triggers and their affects. 

NB This is not about my hubby, Rob, who is neither the original ‘hurter’ nor the trigger. The man who was the trigger for me yesterday is unaware of being a trigger for me in this respect but his emotional reaction in a discussion was explosive and extreme and although I wasn’t fully aware of it in that moment, it was a trigger for me. 


Rewording broken. I will NOT have it that he (from a previous abusive relationship) has broken me or that I need to be fixed. I understand that he has hurt me on a very visceral level that I hadn’t perhaps fully experienced before. And that it brought me to tears to this morning. I hate that he has affected me like that. I hate that my response is to cry even though I feel anger (at him) but I appreciate that I need to cry so if nothing else it brings about a desire to comfort myself, to tend to the hurting parts. To acknowledge them. To acknowledge that this has happened. It has leaked into today. It will not contaminate my day. It makes me aware that I carry this inside me, not his anger, not his swordlike ways that have cut me, but a tenderness that I was unable to attend to at the time. What I experienced today was grief. What I did was acknowledge and name the source both yesterday with the trigger and all those 20 odd years ago. What I did was comfort myself. Perhaps I tucked my heart into my sleeve instead of onto it today. But that is as temporary or permanent as I choose it to be. That is my choice. 

My choice too to see myself coping as best as I could all those years ago. Yesterday. And today. To say to myself, to all those parts of me which are ultimately me, ‘Hey I see you there.’ And, when ready, moving forward with love, recognising that I have all this inside me, recognising that it is okay, not that this happened, any of it, but it is okay to have these tears. They are neither shameful nor embarrassing. They are necessary and lead to self-compassion. 

I felt shell-shocked after the trigger yesterday but went straight into a previously scheduled video call with one of my dearest friends, Bethe. A call which I knew could be honest but comforting as the inside of a bird’s feathered nest. I didn’t bring that conversation up. And I slept well although the explosive image lingered. 

I remember one dream from last night: I was mowing a communal lawn with another woman and my lawnmower wheels got entangled with her lawnmower wheels. Rob was with me and this other woman had another woman with her and we were discussing the communal housing, at least Rob and the two women were. Only I noticed that our lawnmower wheels had tangled. I whispered to Rob and told him. I could neither move the lawnmower nor tell the woman myself. I had lost my voice and my ability to make positive changes for myself.

When I woke up, the trigger rehearsed itself in my mind, no matter how much I argued back with it, with my beliefs, then the tears came and I understood so much better. Nothing else was needed in that moment but to cry and let the tears fall and then to care for myself. 

Words are my power. I wrote the following poem several years after ending the abusive relationship and won a prize for it.

At the Street Fair, Selling Books

At the street fair, you hurry to my stall.
I know I should know you,
can’t place you at first.

Unshaven, greying, hands puffy with edema.
Last year, a burst appendix;
last month, heart issues,
                             you tell me.

Spittle foams, dries white as you speak.
But you buy my book,
ask can I sign it.
Years ago, I signed another book for you.
With a shaky hand, I wrote:
‘Thanks for your support.’
                        I abhor the lie.

Remember you in a rage.
As I typed, you swiped 
the keyboard onto the floor, 
broke the table. 
Keyboard balanced
            on my knee,
                       I still wrote frantically.

Until I wrote you, your bloodless lips,
the shirts you ripped, 
out of my room, my home,
                                   my life.

Now, in August warmth, 
a steady hand, a calm heart, 
I sign this book: ‘All the best!’
                                       —and mean it.



But today my order from LUSH has arrived…so much karma. Karma is my favourite scent. Boundless self-care done with gift cards given with love no less.

From drama and trauma to karma. I’ll take that.

1. Across the mauve mums
a thickly-spun spider web
hammock of sunshine #265


Day 22 of Effy’s blogalong


Thank you for reading.  Above all be compassionate with yourself.

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Here Comes The Sun (flower)

9/21/2021

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Pictureunfurling sunflower

Sometime mid-summer I bought a reading from Canadian medium Carmel Joy Baird in which she was to instruct me what to plant around my house as directed by my ancestors and spirit guides. I couldn’t resist. It sounded so intriguing. Roses by the front door as a reminder of beauty (I think). Thyme for wisdom somewhere on my property. Acorns on windowsills for abundance and prosperity. Sunflowers by the back door for pride. Ouch. Pride? Something in that hit hard. Mistaking arrogance for pride, I rarely fostered pride in anything. Certainly not my home. Not long after, a friend texted me a link from Honey Nut Cheerios for a free packet of sunflower seeds for the bees. So I got those and, combined with a packet I already had, I planted sunflower seeds in my back deck pots. Too late I thought. And far too shady back there for anything as sun loving as a sunflower. 

But they grew. Spindly and twisting and turning every which way. I loved them all the more for that. I watched their buds fatten. Shivered on chilly mornings as I checked on them. Would they have chance to bloom before the cold killed them? 

I wrote a haiku last week about how I was concentrating on the big buds right by the back door and had missed smaller ones further away begin to bloom. Lesson learned. Again, about concentrating on one thing (often negative) so long that the positive a step away is almost missed! Every day since I have delighted in those small lemon flowers. Then yesterday, I noticed one of the bigger buds had started to open. Petals unfurling, tentative but determined. Last night we had torrential rain and I worried that the cautious sunflower would be beaten down, drowned in a puddle on the back deck. 

But no. It had bloomed fully overnight. I feel so proud. 



Day 264

Sunflower unfurls
south wind coaxes sunshine
mid-morning stretch



Day 21 of Effy’s blogalong

NB I wanted to post a beautiful video I found of "Here Comes The Sun" by the Beatles but when this post is published, it doesn't show up but you can follow the direct link to YouTube for it. The song itself is lovely and heartwarming and uplifting but this accompanying video is also really beautiful. It's 3 minutes and 11 seconds long. Watch it if you can. 

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four small lemon-coloured sunflowers
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large bright yellow sunflower with a few drops of rain on its petals
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Sunshiny Days & Rainy Nights

9/20/2021

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Perfect timing yesterday morning: I caught this gorgeous reflection of the old red glass dish on our kitchen counter. Stunning. I love those moments when everything lines up and something ordinary becomes extraordinary enough for me to notice. And I love that I do notice this tiny step above the mundane, this gift. The little dish itself (it is small, maybe four inches at its base) is special. I rescued it from Dad’s when he was clearing everything out in a frenzy when Sandy came into his life. It was one of the few things that we brought over from England. I remember salted peanuts in it at Christmas. Now I usually use it for my salsa.

Yesterday and today were balmy days, like summer and beautifully sunny. Tonight it’s pouring down and we had a short but exciting thunder storm. Rob and I voted (voting day in Canada) then went to Swiss Chalet for dinner where I had the biggest baked potato in the world. Yum. The potato, coupled with the deliciously drippy rain, made me super sleepy so I'm off to bed soon to snuggle down with a good cuppa and an absorbing book and to fall asleep at night (what a treat--I work midnights!) to the comforting sound of rain dripping through the trees. Yaawwwnnnn… 


Day 263

Sunday morning sun
shines through red dish from childhood 
kitchen stained glass



Day 20 of Effy’s blogalong

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Unexpected Joy

9/19/2021

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The irony and unexpected joy of today is that I wrote my haiku earlyish this morning based on yesterday’s painting productivity and I had closed all the windows in the house but today turned out so warm and beautiful that I re-opened them all again. Today felt much more like summer (a lovely summer’s day not too hot and not at all muggy) than fall. That’s okay. Much as I love fall, I’ll take this too.

Painting is from A Year of Mary [Oliver] with Effy Wild through her patreon account. I finished her yesterday but she is April’s painting. We create a painting a month throughout 2021 based on a Mary Oliver poem. I love the course so much that I’m savouring it by doing a painting every couple of months! Not on purpose but I did realise that was happening. I love Effy’s style and way of presenting and interpreting the poems and I love being immersed in the world of Mary Oliver. Who wouldn’t? If you’re not familiar with Mary Oliver’s work, I envy you the joy of discovering it.

This is the prose poem in its entirety:

“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.”  ~Mary Oliver

May your day be filled with unexpected joy. I can’t think of a better kind.


Day 262

Windows closed
nature’s palette outside
creativity within


Day 19 of Effy’s blogalong
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Holding Memories

9/18/2021

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Yesterday evening held a memory. When I was a young girl, maybe 8 or so, I would have tears in my eyes on a Sunday evening as Dad drove us home, often over the Yorkshire Moors, with the sun sitting low. Squished in the back seat with Nanna, Mam’s Mam who lived with us, and with Mam in the passenger seat, I listened to the car radio spouting hymns or old fashioned songs that Nanna knew. We’d had a happy day out, often at a little Yorkshire village, often having ice cream or tea somewhere but even though it had been a good day, now it felt sad, not totally sad, bittersweet, I suppose. Sad that a good day, a special day, was ending but also happy, glad that it had happened. It all felt mixed up for a little girl. But I never forgot that feeling, glimpsing the low orange sun, a good day ending.

Last night, a bright sunny fall evening, Rob and I drove out to a country market after he finished work. He picked up MacDonald french fries for me and grocery-store cooked chicken pieces for himself and we munched as we drove. The whimsical market is outside under awnings and has maybe a dozen stalls. It spoke completely to my soul. While we were there, a young woman emerged from the woods behind with a wicker basket in her hands full of grasses and greenery. I pondered a new mug from the pottery stall (Up At Dawn Pottery) but we have tons. Still I wanted something. Then I noticed the bowls. We bought two of these beautiful blue bowls. And I knew they’d hold more than cereal and chips.


Day 261

Drive to country fair
buy bowls to hold memories
evening sun sits low



Day 18 of Effy’s blogalong

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Autumn's Welcome

9/17/2021

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I love fall! Today especially has been one of those high cloud, blustery sunny days that defy you not to step outside and enjoy it. This time of year infuses me with energy—perhaps it’s just a relief after the slug of humid hot summer weather. Late last night, around midnight, we had an exciting thunder storm. Such changeable weather. Cool mornings and chilly evenings with the darkness drawing in. And so the leaves are changing and falling. I saw this gorgeous maple leaf yesterday and snapped the picture before the storm. Enjoy! 


Day 260

Red and yellow leaves
scattered on the welcome mat
school bus trundles by

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What is your favourite season? Why? I can't really explain my increase in energy and surge of excitement in the fall except that it is a very physical experience which increases my enjoyment of such a beautiful season.

Day 17 of Effy’s blogalong

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In Gratitude

9/16/2021

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Pictureopen journal with handwriting and a book mark with the word 'Souley' and a purple butterfly
For decades now, ever since reading Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy by Sarah Ban Breathnach, I’ve written a gratitude journal most nights. Over the years it’s evolved to the practice it is now and I thought I’d share it with you in this blog. 

This particular journal was a gift from my step-daughter Crystal and granddaughter Maddie. So the physical journal becomes like a gratitude reminder all by itself. Similarly with the bookmark that I use in all my gratitude journals…a present from my lovely friend Maggie. We have known each other since we were five or six and call each other Souley. Both these things, indeed the practice itself, are a comfort to me and a delightful way to slip into slumber. I work midnights so on those days I still write the journal before bed for the day before including the immediate shift I’ve worked.

The first 5 entries are somewhat general things I’m grateful for during the course of the day. FTD stands for ‘From This Day’ and is 3 things/events from this day that made it unique. I can’t remember where I got this practice from but I like it because it takes me a step deeper than the 1st 5 things so I’m giving everything more thought and truly acknowledging this particular day. This doesn’t always include positive things but usually does. Then the starred final entry is like a big win of the day.

These are the last two day’s entries:

Tues. 14th Sept.
1. Freezer being fixable and not costing too too much. 
2. Rain, sun, rain
3. Home
4. Melts & air fresheners
5. Sleep

FTD: 1. Lots of cleaning while waiting for Mr. Appliance—dishes and cat poop. 2. Jonathan’s Midday Mindful Moment live. 3. Setting up my tea for tomorrow morning—a little self-care I used to do.

* Freezer—again one day soon.*

Wed. 15th Sept.

1. Dane
2. NOWW readings
3. Sunshine!
4. Sunflowers
5. Haiku

FTD: 1. Lovely long chat with Dane this aftie and catching up. 2. Sitting outside doing puzzles in the afternoon sun. Then mowing the lawn. 3. Arranging dinner out with Rob tomorrow night—I think as compensation for not getting time off work.

* Dane *

Picturegorgeous turquoise leather journal with an ornate brass clasp and an oval turquoise stone in the middle
​I’m feeling some sadness in cancelling my gym membership and need to remind myself of all the good I still have. I cancelled due to work and being only able to go to one class a week and only going for the tai chi class and feeling guilty for not keeping up with tai chi practice more on my own through the pandemic which I realise is a strange reason to cancel! I don’t know that I’ve ever had buyer’s remorse but I imagine this feeling is similar only in reverse…canceller’s remorse? Missing the camaraderie of the class and the feeling of belonging as well as health benefits.  I've been taking tai chi for about 15 years and am feeling nostalgic about it, too, I think. Ah well…


Day 259
Gratitude journal
night after night after night
portal into sleep




Day 16 of Effy’s blogalong

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Almost Missed

9/15/2021

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Pictureimage description: birch tree trunk missing a strip of bark underneath a lightly carved heart
I love it when nature teaches me lessons. I planted sunflower seeds by the back door quite late in the summer and have been anxiously watching the biggest buds fatten, those immediately by the door. They are supposed to instigate and represent pride and something in that resonated with me.

The other day I noticed a fleck of yellow at the bottom of the steps in the dragon pot and investigated. The tiniest sunflowers, smaller than black-eyed susans, were opening! I’d almost missed them! Now I say hello to them every day and enjoy them…while I’m waiting for the big buds to burst open.

Another nature incident/accident/lesson occurred earlier this year. On a walk I’d noticed a silver birch missing a slice of its bark. I studied it and ran my fingers over its nubbly surface and finally took a photo of it. Only when I got home and looked at the photo did I see what I had missed in person. 

Silver birch trunk
concentrating on the scar
I miss the carved heart



A reminder to not focus so much on the bad that I miss the good. I’m often concentrating so much on the negative or the darker scenario or even the ‘not-yet-happened’ that I miss what is directly in front of me.

Ah the teachings of sunflowers and birch trees.    

Picturethree tiny open sunflowers on twisty stems in and over a dragon pot with some purple pansies




​Day 258

Fat buds by back door
promise of large sunflowers
almost miss small blooms


Day 15 of Effy’s blogalong

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close up of the first tiny sunflower
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Capsules of Summer

9/14/2021

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Pictureimage description: straw hat with a band of crimson flowers on a shelf inside a greenhouse
Summer has definitely parted way for autumn without so much as a backward glance. But there is the greenhouse at my dad and step-mom’s house. Step in there and I swear you’ll be transported back to heady summer heat and nodding peonies. I stole so many photos from their garden—little capsules of summer. It’s the first full summer they’ve lived at this house and they bought it from a master gardener. Sandy herself is wonderful with flowers, plants and veggies so the gardens have been bountiful and beautiful despite the extra dry conditions this year.

Last night was a little disappointing. My friend Lyn from BC is travelling across country, as hurriedly as herself and her friend can drive with a not so healthy dog, Nova. We had hoped to connect as they drove through Thunder Bay but they arrived too late and were exhausted from an extra long day of travelling so it didn’t work out. Lyn and I haven’t seen each other for years. I don’t know the full story of Nova except that her family is in Nova Scotia and Lyn is trying to reunite the dog with her family. But Nova needs lots of medications and she has oxygen and syringes at the ready if needed. The journey has been carefully orchestrated with vets. To me it’s an epic hero’s adventure! Like many others I’m following their journey on facebook.

Facebook is funny. I won a couple of books from a publishing company through a random draw last week. They arrived yesterday. I posted on instagram and facebook to thank the publishing company with a photo of the books but I obviously didn’t explain it well enough as many friends started commenting and congratulating on my poetry success! It’s funny but lovely at the same time as they believe that I could have a published poetry book or that I’ve won a poetry contest.

Today was stressful for me as the repair person was coming to look at our freezer finally. But that meant someone would be in our house, in the basement even! So I spent the morning clearing and cleaning and spraying air freshener everywhere. The guy who came, Andrew, was young and chatty and ever so nice. We have to wait 3 to 10 business days for the parts to come in but the cost is much cheaper than we anticipated so I’m happy with that. When he’d finished (hardly here long enough to take several lungfulls of air!) he listened to the messages on his phone in his van before driving away. His phone was exceptionally loud. He had mentioned that he had a daughter and I heard a female voice on his message, lots of use of the word love then as he’s pulling away she says, “Oh yes, one more thing…love yoooooouuuuuu…” So sweet.

I woke up to rain this morning and it’s raining again now (about 10pm). I love sleeping when it’s raining and despite sometimes waking up at odd times and still not sleeping lots and lots, my body is totally loving being on holiday and not having to be awake and working overnight.


Thank you as always for reading and commenting if you choose. Wishing you a peaceful night or day whenever you’ve found your way here. 



Day 257

Straw gardening hat
on a bench in the greenhouse
bleached by summer sun



Day 14 Effy’s blogalong

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Deep inside a bright pink hollyhock dusted with yellow pollen
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several purple cone flowers
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pale pink almost white peony with a bright yellow petalled centre
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Morning Air Chill

9/13/2021

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​Up in the still-dark morning. Are those song lyrics? I thought they were poetically mine but they arrived with a tune so maybe not. I woke up in a panic. Worry sits heavy on my chest. But right now it’s pre-dawn dark and I have my words and thoughts as swords or feathers. In bed, trying to stop catastrophic thoughts, lists of things that need my immediate attention, I ground myself by naming 5 things I can feel:  

1. cool of the headboard with my arm and hand flung against it
2. Spook’s whiskers tickling my arm as she settles in beside me

Oh! A thought. Undergrowth reddens. I count out the syllables on my fingers. Five. Yes. I like that. It’ll do for the first line of my haiku. I had picked the picture already, one I’d taken a few days ago. I recite it to myself so I don’t forget it, my phone too bright for this early so putting it in there isn’t an option at the moment. 

3. warmth of the cotton sheets
4. brushed cotton nightie soft against my hand 

What about a second line? I want something autumnal. Hhmmm…

5. chilly breeze from the slightly open window

That’s it. Something about the chill in the air. I get up to write my haiku and post it on instagram with a somewhat related photo.

I feel like I had gotten lackadaisical with my daily haiku and want to bring in more specific details and make a more pointed connection. Of course not every day will be brilliant. At the very least they form stepping stones through my days. At their best, I hope they are touching in some way, lingering and thought-provoking. Some days it’s all I can do to string a bunch of words together and shove them, protesting, into three lines if not syllables.

But despite the early start, despite the worry and feeling of overwhelm and not being able to cope that squats in the dark, I finish my haiku, write it in my Moonlology diary, take a photo of it and post it online. I really like this one. I went to a friend’s retirement party yesterday and while it doesn’t sum up the mood of her party, it works with the mood of the haiku. I almost wish I hadn’t posted this one as it counts as publishing and I might have wanted to keep it to enter into a contest. But there it is. Out there now. 

I read my tarot for the day. Not so bad. Two of cups is lovely. Nine of swords—oh yes! Was just in the middle of that! I read a blog or two and comment, loving the connection. Next I read my email. Then I feel ready to face the day. (This is also my routine after midnights before I go to bed during the day)

The day after the freezer quit on us and we had to find a repair service, Rob came upstairs while I was writing my haiku. He waved the phone at me. “So you’re just going to go through all your regular routines, aren’t you?” he said, obviously annoyed because I wasn’t immediately on the phone trying to find someone. I nodded. Yep. Tried not to feel guilty.

“These are my tent pegs,” I said as he went back downstairs. He didn’t hear and I’m not sure he would have understood. At least not in that moment. I know my inaction, as he saw it, exasperated him. But these routines first thing, especially the haiku, help hold down what are sometimes the errant flaps of my day. Today, especially, I needed them. I feel stronger, more in control with them behind me. Grounded I suppose. 

Even if I do nothing else today, I wrote a haiku. (and now a blog as well! Lol!)

Day 256

Undergrowth reddens
chill sweeps in on morning air
retirement party



Day 13 of Effy’s blogalong

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Reflections

9/12/2021

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Spontaneously yesterday afternoon, Rob and I took off to a neighbouring town, over an hour’s drive away. So relaxing. Nipigon is much smaller than Thunder Bay but it’s a pretty town on a lake (Lake Nipigon. Lol). A little hilly with a main street full of flowers and wooden carvings. Playgrounds and splash pads. And a little Chinese restaurant and bar where we had some delicious food. 

Along the highway bracken had started to turn yellow and brown but some fields were a surprising lush green, others packed with tall corn. Our tunes played low and wind whipped through the slightly open back windows as we chatted.

I had been dubious about us spending much time together on my holidays, especially when Rob took a morning off work to help deal with our broken freezer. So this break together (his idea) pleased me on many levels.

We came home to a bag of fresh home made perogies from Dad and my step-mom in our mailbox. Scrumptious! Rob caught most of his Blue Jays baseball double headers (and they won both so a double bonus!) and I puttered around on the computer. We had both watched the 9/11 live service that morning so the escape to Nipigon then an easy relaxing evening seemed the perfect way to balance the heavy emotion. 

I changed my mind about the last line of my daily haiku today as soon as I’d written in my Moonology Diary. But I didn’t want to cross it out so I just posted it to instagram like that. I recorded it in my computer file as being changed (as you see it below.) It happens sometimes. 

A friend posted an insightful Mary Oliver poem (is there anything such as an uninsightful Mary Oliver poem?) on instagram. I responded with a thank you for starting my morning with Mary Oliver and Marion said that she loves Mary’s poems for their understatement and specificity. My incident today reminded me that I’ve become too loose and non-specific with my haiku perhaps. 


Day 255  

Together, windswept,
bright splashes of memory
*lakeside reflections

*Changed from reflecting lakeside


Day 12 of Effy’s blogalong

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Of Rail Spikes And Old Friends

9/11/2021

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Pictureimage description: postcard of heather on the North Yorkshire Moors propped up by a glass coaster, red with a black T in the middle with Yorkshire Lass written in white and below that in white writing the phrase: 'Born and brewed in Yorkshire'
Yesterday became a delightful medley of spontaneous contact from some long-fast, distant, dear friends. Bethe and I (we’ve known each other for almost 40 years) had scheduled a video chat in the late afternoon. Bethe is a pilot presently working out of Dallas Texas and although we never lost touch, we reconnected more regularly last year and generally video call every week or two. I met Bethe in B.C. when she dated my ex-boyfriend. We later found out, much much much later, that he had kind of dated us both at the same time. Anyway, Bethe and I got on great and remained fast friends over all these years. The ex, not so! Lol.

In the morning I received a postcard of the heather on the North Yorkshire Moors. Swoon! This from my old high school friend, Angela. She is an incredibly accomplished visual artist and one of my biggest fans regarding my writing. She also sends lots of ‘home-spun’ Yorkshire stuff even though she now lives in southern England. The postcard lifted my spirits no end. The Moors, and especially the sea of purple heather, does that to me. As do little snail-mail notes from Angela telling about her and her twin sister’s activities. Even though we also email, these cards and notes delight me. Who doesn’t like to be thought of in the middle of someone else’s adventures?

Then yesterday evening my phone pinged with a facebook messenger note over two phone screens long from Sheila, also a high school friend. I’ve known my high school friends about 48 years. Sheila was catching me up on her family’s comings and goings. A lovely soft place to land at the end of the day.

A spontaneous trio of hearts and kisses, lots of loves and ‘Love you!’s from people I equally cherish heralded me throughout the day. What could be better?

A couple of days before, in a miserable mood, I had gone for a walk by the railway tracks close to my home. Sometimes I had to dodge iron rail spikes scattered on the ground. On impulse, close to the path leading back to my road, I told myself that if I found another before that path, I would pick it up and bring it home. No idea why at the time. I did find one: old, uneven and mottled orange with rust. At least it had character. I wanted to put it on my altar, again not realising why.

But at home, as I held it in my hand, feeling its weight, I understood. Iron. The town where I grew up in the north of England had developed in the early 1800s because of iron ore in the hills behind it. No mines were in operation when we lived there but the town was full of mining stories and water ran orange in the hill’s ditches. Sometimes even from the taps! Maggie and I grew up houses apart and throughout many many years have boosted each other up by reminding ourselves that we can handle anything—we’re tough and strong because we have iron in our veins. The rail spike will be a terrific reminder!

A few years ago, Maggie (we call each other Souley as we’ve known each other so long and Maggie has special names for all her close friends) sent me a glass coaster which I use everyday. Yorkshire Lass, it reads, a nod to my email address, Born and Brewed in Yorkshire. 

For me, one of the biggest comforts in life is treasured friendships. All the years between old friends become a hammock of memories and shared experiences. Friends, especially old friends, carry the truth of each other’s histories and remind each other that they’re loved regardless. I am extremely fortunate to have some of the very best.

Picturemottled rusty old rail spike on a painty table

​Day 254   #365daysofsybwriting   #365daysofhaiku


Postcards from old friends
video calls, messages
cushions of comfort


Day 11 of Effy’s Blogalong

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