I haven't dealt with headaches, but I have dealt with terrible suffering from an auto-immune condition and there were no real answers; so I know what it's like. (Thankfully, right now it's in remission

Today is so sunny and beautiful, but unfortunately I had to kill some lettuce. I hate thinning. Most of the time I carefully separate young seedlings, but I have so much going on I can't save them all.

I have cut some lilacs and brought them inside. Their pale purple scent is a hint of a different world. Clusters of tiny four-petaled heads expressing love and beauty. What is their desire, but to be a

Usually, I like to break up my text, but the following poem is intended to be only two paragraphs. First, I have a special story of synchronicity involving the picture/painting by Jean- Francois Millet.

Years ago, The Vancouver Sun newspaper posted an ad on the side of BC Hydro busses and also on bus benches. No wonder it stuck in my mind and became part of the landscape of the younger city I had grown

#Never too Old to Dream# I’m Sandra and this is Hailee Valley, a place of repose. It should be. It better be. It's where Hailee Vale tinkers about with a lot of different things. If she knew the whats