Ignatius Jesuit Centre

Last Sunday, after a late brunch, the boys and I headed out to go exploring.  We ended up at the Ignatius Jesuit Centre.

Although I had been here a couple of times before – once with my kids, and once with Chris – I had never really taken time to explore the trails and the vast landscape.

All I can say is wow! It is such a beautiful and serene place.

Now I have to decide if I would rather spend today at The Abortetum, or back at the Jesuit Centre. Tough choice.

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When It All Comes Together

This is by far, my favorite time of the year.

Slowly the trees are changing colour and there is a crispness in the air.  The nights are cool, but the days are still warm and beautiful.  The kind of days that beg to be explored.

And, I have been exploring. With my camera in hand.

Moments like this one, where it all comes together are what it is all about.Flutter


Love this. My mom comes to me as a butterfly, so it’s an extra special sight! xo


What started as a yearly tradition that many of us share, has turned into a photo project for me this year.

On the first day of school, I almost always get a picture of my two boys before they leave the house. ¬†This year though, Connor being a “cool” sixteen year old decided he was not going to partake in such a stupid tradition.

As I am sure you can imagine, this did not sit well with me.  All I needed was a few seconds of his time, as I was using my iPhone for the shot as we left the house.  My insistence for him to cooperate was met with anger, rage and the f-bomb.  Through my stubbornness, I got my picture though.

As the day wore on, I decided his attitude was worthy of a lesson. ¬†One that would teach him that it really isn’t worth fighting over something as silly as a picture. ¬†And, my photo project was born.

In the two short weeks my project has been running, I have endured my fair share of angry boys, and grumpy boys. ¬†There have taken to hip checking eacjph other, and the shenanigans they can pull of in a 60 second photo session is impressive. ¬†(The 4th shot is my favorite so far…)

I honestly can’t wait to see how this plays out. ¬†With the crappy weather not too far away ¬†and ever irritable boys, I should be in for some entertainment.

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Today when I woke up I was thirty-seven.image

It seems thirty-six slipped away as quickly as it came. ¬†Although I am not sad to relinquish control of the past year, I’m not sure where it went.

This time last year, was a tough time.  Much of it because of mistakes and choices I had made for myself.

Thirty-six was supposed to be about healing and moving forward.  Forgiving myself and growing as a person.  It was supposed to be about finding happiness and peace.

Third BirthdayInstead, I feel like I’m still in the same place. ¬†Spinning my wheels. Not exactly sure where to go from here.

It frustrates me so much, because I know where I want to be. I even think I know what I want. ¬†I just have no idea how I am supposed to get there. ¬†It’s like I’ve set out uon an epic journey, and I forgot to bring my map.

As time passes, I’m certain the destination I see today will change several times. ¬†Maybe the reality is you never really get to where you are going because it is always evolving.

Thirty-seven is going to be an interesting year. ¬†I can’t wait to see how it unfolds.

When The Feathers Fall

It is nearly 2am.

I am still wide awake.

It seems to be one of those nights where my mind is in overdrive,¬†and I just can’t sleep.

I’m catching up on¬†Mad Men and sipping a glass of white wine, hoping that will lull me into a few hours of restful sleep.

There are so many things swirling in my head, all mixed up and jumbled up together.

I’m¬†trying to look into the¬†future, although I have no idea what it holds right now.

The past six… nine… twelve months… have tested me and pushed me to my limits.

I think I know where I am headed, and what I want.  Yet sometimes I feel so utterly lost.

There are so many things I want to do, and yet I don’t know how to make them happen.

I sit back and look at myself right now, and I see a disaster.

Ruffled feathers being held in place by cheap band aids.

The feathers are still going to fall, as soon as the glue on the band aid fails.

It’s all just a matter of time.

When The Feathers Fall


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