Tidal Life

Growing up on the East Coast, my family has always enjoyed the ocean. I have dozens, if not hundreds, of memories of family within feet of the tides. So when I was recently working on an article, perhaps it was natural for me to associate families and tides.

There are ups and downs, times of storms and times of calm, but always there is rhythm, a constant and continual pattern of high and low tides.

I like this image very much.

No matter what your family is like, it is part of who you are. Through the highs and lows and the diverse seasons of life and life, for better or for worse, your family is there. Let’s do the best we can to make our families thrive and be beautiful!

These children are sitting above the high tide line for the summer. See the seaweed near their feet? That’s how you can tell. In the spring or fall when tides are higher, the high tide lines may be well beyond where the children are. In this photo, the tide is coming in.

~Photo taken at The Bay of Fundy, NS


The Privilege of Writing

Today was a day that a writer loves. A day where I could indulge my interests, with the added bonus of being paid for it!

I love history, and I had the privilege of interviewing Pat, who is part of a small group with a big vision to resurrect a local one-room schoolhouse. Sitting at her kitchen table surrounded by old photos and documents and a 1953 portrait of Queen Elizabeth II, we had a lively discussion while I plied her with questions. The history of the schoolhouse goes back to the time of the settling of the United Empire Loyalists in the area, and was in use until the late 1960s. Hearing her passion and desire to preserve the best of the past is so inspiring.

Before we sat around the kitchen table, I was invited to have a cup of coffee with Pat and her husband, Hans,  and we made the interesting discovered that Hans immigrated to Canada from Holland on the same ship that my father did, in the 1950s.

Not only did I do research for a story, I made some neat connections with people in my community whom I had never met before, and this is the joy of writing! Days like this sustain a writer through the lonely, slogging-it-out days when it is just you and the blank page.

I cherish days like this!

A Woman I Admire

There is a woman I admire. She is almost 90, a widow with a full head of curly white hair, and lives on her own. Despite her osteoporosis and other health concerns, she is full of life and makes me laugh. Let me give you some examples:

  • She drives a four-wheeled scooter in town- fast! I have seen her more than once going over the bumps by the curb without slowing down, safety flag bouncing and waving in the wind.
  • I met her on the sidewalk the other day and we talked about the cold weather. She promptly told me to put my hood on.
  • She speaks with lots of expression, rolling the ‘r’ in her mother-tongue accent. Recently, she read Scripture to help lead a church service.
  • She attends church picnics in the blazing heat.
  • She keeps active sewing (she once was a seamstress), reading, visiting, going out– even though she says she doesn’t get out much.
  • One time, my husband and I visited her at 10 a.m., and she served us a glass of red wine. She said it was left over from her birthday the day before, and none her friends wanted to drink it- it was if she were saying, “Live a little!”

I love talking with this woman, even though she can’t always hear me.  I love her spunk and originality, and I hope that when I reach her age that I will live life to the fullest- she’s an inspiration!