Thursday, October 22, 2020

Eve poem from Collected Poems 2019 in Translation

 This poem first appeared in a chapbook, A Place of Trees published in 2003 

Eve hears about her birth

Perhaps you have no memory

of how you got here:

you arrived steaming from this wet place

stretched her skin, skull screeched through

muscle; blood streamed with water,

salty, precious; nine months long

fed through the cord of life, you breathed water,

turned somersaults in brine.

Tiny seahorse swinging by one leg,

you forgot whatever came before.


Now you have been cut

away from her body,

you must re-enter

through your own.


Surface, into bright sun,

parrot’s screech,

water steams off broad jungle leaves,

morning in Eden.


Ève apprend la vérité sur sa naissance

Peut-être que tu ne te souviens pas

comment tu t’es retrouvée ici.

Mais tu es arrivée à toute vapeur

de cet endroit détrempé,
déchirant sa peau, poussant avec ton crane
à travers ses muscles,

ruisselée de sang et de l’eau
salée et précieuse.


Pendant neuf mois, nourrie

à la corde de vie, tu respiras d’eau
et pirouettas dans la saumure,
Hippocampe menu brimbal
é à bout de jambe.

Tu oublias le fil menant à ce moment

et maintenant que tu es

séparée de son corps,
tu dois te réintroduire
à travers le tien.

Refais surface, dans la matinée ensoleillée,
parmi le cri perçant des perroquets.
L’eau s’évapore sur les larges feuilles tropicales

au jardin d’Ève.


copyright Jennifer Boire

Little Red Bird Press

Wednesday, October 07, 2020

Fall Launch of Collected Poems with French Translation

Happy News! 

A poetry project long kept on hold  is now published on and .com, in Canada, UK, USA and France.

Malheureusement nous pouvons pas celebrer en personne! Unfortunately, due to the pandemic we cannot celebrate the launch in person.

I welcome visitors to my blog to click on the link above to order the book. 

Si vous parlez français, voila les versions transformés par André Jérôme, un ami de longue date qui a commence à traduire mes poèmes il y a belle lurette.

Je suis très contente que ce livre voit le jour!

Thanks for checking it out and taking a peek.

bonne journée,


p.s. artwork for the cover was done by Suzanne Marier, a long time friend of my in-laws who lives and paints in France.

Friday, September 18, 2020

Fall into Fall - seasons and cycles

SoulCollage(R): Wheel of Fortune card 

As the wheel of the year turns, and the equinox is upon us, I am musing on endings and beginnings, the seasonal cycles of pausing and returning, while the world burns in fiery conflagrations, tossed by tornadoes and hurricanes, floods and storms. It is time for me to pause and give thanks in spite of the turbulence, or maybe because of it.

Here in this protected oasis (for the moment) I look for what is solid and real, while around me everything appears to spin out of control.

In the northern hemisphere, we are wrapping up summer, transitioning to fall; it is reassuring that the seasons keep changing, following more or less a regular pattern. Here in our Canadian harbour, we are planting seeds for a new construction – a future home in the country and retreat center slash music space – a new beginning for both of us, as we tear down the old horse barn, (recycled to an alpaca farm) and get ready to clear the land and rebuild.  Hopefully next spring it will be ready to move in. A dream project is unfolding as we enter a new phase of being (almost) grandparents (due in January), and partial retirement for my husband next June.

This year has seen the end of a work cycle for me as all workshops and retreats (in person) were cancelled – with the Covid pause, there was less workflow, and more rest time. It was a needed break after spinning my wheels and ramping up my networks. It feels like the end of a part of my life cycle too – my mother passed in April, and her house of 54 years was emptied - the overflowing basement and closets, her five bedroom house finally cleaned and cleared of smoke,  furniture, old boxes of memories, letters and photos, and just plain junk. We made a big bonfire at my brother's and burned some old desks and things.  That felt good.

In this blessed pause from more public activities, there’s a strong pull to write family history or memoir (as I sort through all the slides, photos and movies, letters and treasures found in my mother’s house). There is a freedom that comes with emptying. I may become able to write more, as I let go of all the shoulds that weigh on me. I step back and imagine letting the basket of shoulds lie on the floor – maybe writing them down on small pieces of paper and burning the  words, emptying myself out just like my mother’s house--  of all the internal boxes, baggage, collections of hurts, past grievances, allegiances, lists of things I think I must do, responsibilities for others I have taken on – sifting and sorting what is mine to do or not mine, (releasing the good girl, rescuing others, being a busy body); leading women’s circles, performing a public role, or wearing the mask of One who knows how it should be; the desire to be seen as wise mentor – all that – scuffed, sloughed off, recycled and composted. An emptying out of the inner house too. Perhaps an invitation to the muse.

Here and now, fall means making arrangements to close up the deck, the dock, the porch, the cushions and couch, the outdoor places ready to be sealed up, the garden put to bed, the hedges clipped, although I want to leave the flowers with seeds and tall grasses for the birds to glean this winter. 

It will soon be Thanksgiving, and already the stores and markets are overflowing with an abundance of tomatoes, squash and cauliflower; the harvest is plentiful, we are ready for gratitude, feasting and parties flowing with the grape/wine harvest too.

May the cycles and seasons hold to their course. And may all the fullness of the season, of autumn and its rich blessings, find you well, keep you safe.

For those who are gathering the broken pieces of their homes after a disastrous season of fiery storms and hurricane flooding, may the homes you rebuild be safe and free from harm. For those faced with illness and loss in this pandemic time, may you find the grace and benevolence of life cycles, even there.

May the teachings of fall, about cycles, endings and beginnings remind us we are part of the natural cycle too, and help us find our own season of fallow, of rest and renewal.

May the muse be with you.



Tuesday, September 01, 2020

Time for Serenity Today


Time for Serenity, Anyone?

William Stafford


I like to live in the sound of water,
in the feel of mountain air. A sharp
reminder hits me: this world is still alive,
it stretches out there shivering toward its own
creation, and I’m part of it. Even my breathing
enters into this elaborate give-and-take,
this bowing to sun and moon, day or night,
winter, summer, storm, still–this tranquil
chaos that seem to be going somewhere.
This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it.
This motionless turmoil, this everything dance.

(Found on Parker Palmer's page, he adds this note: "The poem also gives voice to a simple sabbatical insight I want to keep alive: The most radical thing I can do during this era of intense social and political turmoil is hold to inner peace, as best I can. This isn’t the first time I’ve learned that lesson, but I needed to learn it again."

Some of us are seeking serenity even more than usual this year. There's a lot of turmoil going on, it's a time of great unrest. And although the summer has been gorgeously long and hot, the river water beautiful and the mountains majestic, we are also preparing for a seasonal shift, to fall and cooler weather and a return to school. This year that return is very needed yet very stressful  – uncertainty about the virus spreading amongst children, whether the kids will wear masks or not in classroom, all the little bubbles of friends spreading and mixing. Parents getting their freedom back!

Even though my kids are grown and living on their own, my son’s wife is pregnant, and therefore limiting her contacts with the world at large, safely working from home. But as thirty somethings, the invitations for weddings, funerals, christenings and baby showers are frequent - and have to be negotiated, considered, sometimes declined. It is not an easy time for any of us.

In this continuing pandemic chaos, we need a little serenity. I offer this poem as a reminder that the seasons are still turning, the dance of life is on-going, and we are part of this creation of nature. My breathing is part of the give and take.

I need to find tranquility in the midst of the chaos surrounding me, on the news, in the airwaves, around the corner.

When the moon is shining on the water, I am reminded of that beauty.

When the wind is blowing the leaves from the trees, I watch in wonder.

When the storm clouds blow and shake and shiver the sky, I am grateful to have shelter.

Laisse le vent souffler! Let the wind blow, sings Zachary Richard (amidst hurricane season).

There is beauty even in the madness – il y a de la beauté dans la malheur, sings Kevin Parent, two songs I’ve shared recently on my Facebook page. They remind me that music, songs, poetry, nature are balms for my soul – they remind me to stay where I can breathe. To re-center and lift my eyes to the sun and moon, to the stars and the sky. To dance with the wind.

Tomorrow is a full moon. I’m going to get outside and fill my eyes with light.

I want to remember the basics, the in-breath, the out-breath.

Soften my belly and feel my feet on the ground.

Stand like a tree and receive the life energy flowing.

Sending me signals, messages, this moment.

Serenity is within my reach.


SoulCollage(R) Card: Heart Focus 




Monday, May 25, 2020

Hearing the call, what is waiting to be born

This period of confinement due to the corona virus shutdown around the world is a challenging time for some, and a blessing for others.

If you are struggling to make ends meet, going crazy working at home while your children also need attention, I get it. I have the greatest sympathy (having been a writer who worked at home while my children were young).

But if you find yourself with some extra down time, and have managed to meet all your basic needs for shelter, food, safety, love and belonging, perhaps you are feeling the call for finding a deeper meaning and purpose.

Especially during the mid-life transition,  there is often a call to transformation, to reinvention. This is not so much a mid-life crisis involving little red sports cars as it is a sense of dissatisfaction, of wanting something more, of longing to get in touch with a deeper, soulful part of self. Or of finding meaning and being able to give back to the world.

Personally, I felt it most strongly during menopause, where everything I had done from age 30 to 49 began to drift away. I had been writing and publishing poetry, actively involved in the writing community doing readings and volunteering with the League of poets and local writers' organization, when I suddenly lost interest. I had two teens entering puberty at the same time as my hormones were rising, so the hot flash clash was part of this issue.

But I remember going to a week long writers' retreat and discovering over the course of that time that my true interest was not in belonging to a literary group. I wanted to reach out to women like me, mothers who were at home, part-time or full-time and trying to find their creative flow. I was not motivated by literary prizes as much as getting together with a circle of women and exploring our needs, our themes, our angst and our blessings. My women's circle became a sacred space for me to feel seen and heard.

The Creative Circle I was teaching from home sustained and fed me, as well as providing support for other women for about ten years, but then it happened again, I heard the call to reinvent myself. Maybe because I had been giving and supporting others all my life, as a eldest daughter, mother, and teacher, my well was a bit empty. I wondered how I could continue to serve while taking care of myself and feeding my soul. I took a year long course on Rites of Passage and how to create rituals so I could incorporate that on retreats with my circle of women and also celebrate their turning fifty.
But soon I was 60 and menopause long past. I was not an elder yet, nor a grandmother. Who was I now? What did I really want to do with my wild and precious life? I did what I often do when in a period of not knowing, I left for two weeks on a pilgrimage to Ireland visiting various sacred sites of the goddess with a Celtic Shaman. During a drumming ritual and ceremony, she helped remind me that my creative center was calling out for me to nourish it with something just for me. I came back still reluctant to stop leading workshops.

I was, however, keenly interested in my mother's ancestors from Ireland. How had my great grandmother's voices been shut down, and how could I dialogue with their stories of anxiety, depression and other challenges, and learn more about my own? I began writing a memoir, using letters and information from my mother, my maternal aunts, and a memoir written by a great-aunt about her life in the early years of the 20th century. I lost my mother recently, at age 89, and feel a need to get back to that writing and expand it.

All this to say, my life pattern since my mid-forties has been one of frequent reinvention, new projects, studying with teachers and travelling on pilgrimages, but above all, seeking to listen to the inner call and follow my intuition. Honing the feminine side and listening to my intuition may have been the real goal all along, rather than changing my role, giving myself a new job to do, or even a new book to write.

This call to finding our core values or selves, and honour our inner depths, may lead us to leave behind certain roles or aspects of our selves. We may feel disoriented or lost in the maze of choices available to us and not know what we really want. I know many women in my circle have gone through this in their late forties and fifties.

What I have found is that creative process has been so helpful - whether it's by using journal writing, taking a class on fairy tales and myth, using ritual and ceremony, or making collages and using the symbolic language of images, we need to find a way to go beyond our rational selves, and get back in touch with our deeper longing.

This inner voice is often covered over by the outer world of busyness, or by guilt of not being seen as productive - which makes this confinement period a great gift - we may have less structured work time, more silence, more alone time, and more opportunity to reflect, and get a clearer picture of what the elements calling out to us are. If we choose to, of course. There is always the option to pig out on ice cream and chocolate, binge-watch shows on Netflix and zone out, which I also have resorted to over the past two months. Right now my hunger is for something real, something deep and authentic, and perhaps you feel that way too.

What I want to offer you is a path to regain strength and serenity from simple practices that help to tend the soul, listen to your heart, and find where your life is calling you. Sorting and sifting, like Psyche in the underworld sorting peas and beans, is an essential task. Making peace with the past, embracing all the parts of us, the fabulous and the flawed, are also important mid-life tasks.

Life is a process of growth and change. Little by little, we find new versions of ourselves waking up, or older versions and dreams we had forgotten being revealed. Paying attention to our lives requires we grow out of the limited awareness of ourselves as merely the 'roles' we play.  Learning that our struggles and challenges are great teachers, and that we have hidden allies on our side, will help us discover our dreams, our loves and fears and bring new self-awareness, as Bud Harris, the author of Sacred Selfishness says. SoulCollage(R) and journaling have both helped me redefine who I am, embrace all the parts of myself, the fabulous and the flawed with greater self-compassion.

I hope to offer an on-line class coming soon which will help us remember What Wants to be Born in You. It is never too late to dig deep and hear the call.

See my website for more information about what I offer and sign up for my newsletter so you can find out when this class will begin.  online classes can be followed by zoom from the comfort of your living room or bedroom; a circle of support created with you in mind.

Thursday, April 02, 2020

How Corona-Quarantine is a Descent Motif

I am reminded today that this pivotal moment has archetypal overtones and not just because it reminds us of the Black Death, or the Plague in the middle ages. It brings me back to a class I have taught several times called The Heroine’s Journey – based on Joseph Campbell’s mythological studies of the structure of archetypal stories.

Right now, in 2020, we are experiencing a huge disorientation from the shutdown and fears generated by the global corona virus pandemic. Suddenly we are realizing it’s not going away in a matter of days or weeks, but probably months. Despite watching for clues from the pundits on TV every day, the future remains unclear. We are living with the Unknown every day. We have fallen through the rabbit hole.

In other words, we have stepped into a fairy tale or myth  – we have stepped across a threshold into the unknown, just as the hero or heroine does in myth – they leave the known world and are faced with a new landscape, one in which their bearings are thrown off. Nothing works the way it should. Alice in Wonderland, Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, Persephone in the Underworld.

For most of us, there is no office to go to, no clients to see, the kids are at home, not in school, there is the prospect of illness and a sense of danger from the virus keeping us on high alert. Even shopping for food has become fraught with danger. Our adrenal glands – the defenders – are on the ready for fight, flight or freeze. Borders have been closed, we can't escape to the country cottage. Some people have family in the hospital – like me - my 89-year-old mother who went in for emergency gall bladder surgery a few days ago, now has pneumonia. We are not sure when or if she can even come home.

So what does the heroine do? She takes a deep breath, and looks for her Allies so she can face her Challengers – but first she must name these challengers – it helps to Name them and Claim them by writing them down. That's where we begin on this quest motif.

Allies: Whimsical bear with Butterfly, Spirit Bear brings Hope 

Check in with yourself. How am I feeling? What is off kilter? Am I sleeping and eating well? Am I getting enough support or do I feel alone and helpless? Are my childhood traumas of not being seen and heard coming to the fore? How am I getting help? Who can I call on, and what are my inner strengths? Who can I count on for help?

In my Heroine’s Journey class, after the students found and named their Allies and Challengers, I had them imagine a deep cave full of crystals which they entered in a visualization, and searched for 3 tools – three aspects or qualities that they could draw on – for example, patience, courage, a brave heart. Or symbols that represented that – a rose, a pot of herbal medicine, a sword.

Do not under estimate the power of your imagination. Our psyche loves to work with images, and uses metaphor and symbol to communicate with our conscious self. You could do this work with painting, drawing or collaging in an art journal.

In our class, we made SoulCollage® cards for our Allies, and our Challengers, using cut out images chosen intuitively from magazines. I also suggested they make a Protector card – to call up an image of their most powerful defender, Warrior Ally or Angel of light they could picture, or maybe a strong animal guide, someone to have on their side, to have their back.

Warrior with Wolf Energy & Medicine Bundle 

Once the allies were found and met, the tools gathered, we began the descent, well equipped and less fearful. The descent to the abyss is never our favorite part of the journey. It may feel like entering a dark night of the soul. But again using imagery, imagine a caterpillar's transformation - first it has to  spin its cocoon and sleep for a while. Did you know that before a caterpillar becomes a butterfly, she actually dissolves into a liquid mass of cells and then regrows into a butterfly with gorgeous wings? That is the transformation and turning point part of the journey.

Where we are at right now in 2020 feels like the cocoon phase, or bug soup of uncertainty – outwardly we are facing the challenges of a new life schedule, or we may have even settled into a kind of rhythm of working, studying or staying at home, and fighting off germs by washing hands frequently and mask wearing. But the inner mood may be dark – we may feel hopelessness setting in. The frequent depressing news reports about the number of deaths, the number of infected, not just in our town or city, our province or state, but in our country, and the whole world – is all a bit staggering.

How do we get through the Bug Soup phase? The quest story tells that we can't fight it, we can only advance by softening, allowing, accepting, and trusting the power of the dark to soothe us and rock us and hold us. And by being grounded in our bodies, in touch with our intuitive knowing. This is the power of the inner Feminine, the earth mother, if you like. Imagine you are being held, soothed, coddled and sung to.

SoulCollage(R) card: Home and Hearth 

Perhaps you are like me and are trying to stick to a routine, or perhaps you are dealing with troubled clients and feeling maxed out like my husband, who is a financial adviser. This is where the wisdom of the feminine comes in – that we can allow ourselves time every day to sink down into our bodies and feel what we feel. That we can breathe into it and allow the allies of Stillness, Surrender, and Simplicity to guide us. That we acknowledge how we feel, and reach for what will truly help us – meditation, soothing music, yoga, stretching, chicken soup, homemade chocolate chip cookies. The main thing is – our old way of keeping busy will no longer work, or it may help for a little while but feels like a temporary fix. Powering through will not help in the long run. We need the soft power of the deep feminine, the inner knowing, a calming Presence to see us through and a lot of self-compassion.

A suggestion for a new way of getting through this challenge on this weird new journey, is to challenge yourself to not Soldier On Through as usual, but find a more yin way – be receptive, gentle, inward, reflective. By rooting ourselves and grounding, moving slowly, taking deep breaths, watching the sky, listening to the birds, keeping true to the rhythm of life, the rhythm of our body which is in need of more sleep, more rest, more exercise (but not strenuous), more self-care. Be gentle in the cocoon phase.

Rest and Self-Care, Comforting Rituals 

I’d like to reassure you that just like in the myths and fairy tales there will be a happy ending. Know that like in every Hero’s Journey, after the descent into the abyss, there is a turning point –a moment of Hallelujah! a moment where your fears and tears turn into hope and jubilation. It may be a small moment, a sick person turning the corner and feeling well, a husband coming out of quarantine to rejoin his family, a collective moment of gratitude for the marvelous generosity of  human beings who are helping us survive in hospitals, clinics, grocery stores and food production as people sing and clap in the streets and on their balconies. Whatever it is, we give thanks for new learning, for new growth, for transformation of hopelessness into Hope.

The Return or end part of the journey involves a return to life; it is a natural part of the cycle, like Spring after Winter; it’s a rebirth or resurrection. A major part of the rebirth or recovery is that you have now been gifted with new knowledge to take home with you, and share with the world. You will receive the gifts of the depth work you have done. Then, in gratitude, you can give thanks for the difficult lessons learned, and the revelation that the inner strength, the courage you needed were there all along; the patience was there too.

When this is all over, how ever many months from now that will be, we will truly give thanks. I know I will appreciate those hugs and kisses, those handshakes and greetings, the physical closeness of my adult children, siblings and friends SO much more. In this time of trials and uncertainty, have faith that the journey will wind around to its conclusion, and then of course, a new beginning, another journey begins.

May we all be a little bit wiser by then, a little more compassionate with ourselves and others, and in the meantime, hold ourselves with love and acceptance during this adventure.

If this speaks to you, here is an exercise you can do: 

In the myth I used as the basis for my class, the Sumerian goddess Inanna, Queen of Heaven decides to go down into the underworld (hers is the first written archetypal descent and rebirth story).  On her way down, at each gate she is stripped bare of every worldly power, all the symbols of her persona as Queen of Heaven – her headdress or crown, her breastplate and armour, her lapis lazuli staff or measuring rod, her jewels and her robe or dress. She arrives down there naked and vulnerable before the eyes of Goddess of the Underworld, her sister Ereshkigal, who looks at her with the eyes of death. Inanna’s corpse hangs on a hook for 3 days until her assistant raises a hue and cry and the gods send some little creatures representing the water and food of life to come and resurrect Inanna.  She rises again with new knowledge, the powers of the Underworld and of Heaven are hers.

Corona Virus Quarantine: Sheltering in Place 

I asked my students, what they needed to let go of on their descent, like Inanna, or what had been stripped from them.

What I had to let go on my descent:

The shitty shoulds – the good girl, the perfectionist, the inner critic voices that tell I am not doing enough, I am never enough. I should be less selfish, be better, help the world more, do more.

Fear of change, of this new thing coming into being, of the unknown future; paralysis.

Impatience – the pressure from my Yang inner masculine side – to be productive at all costs. To not stop. To keep working harder. It’s hard for me to tread water, stay in place, not go anywhere. Everything is on hold.

Doubt and hesitation – second guessing, not trusting my intuition, that inner voice of wisdom. The more I listen, the stronger it gets.

Anxiety about putting everything off till later. I need to accept that I don’t have the head space right now to write a book, research a new project. Patience with myself is required. Deep breaths, my allies are also anti-anxiety herbs….calming tinctures, Tulsi tea, chill pills, cannabis tincture.

Do you  also feel like this is a time of transition that could lead to a transformation?

Name your allies and challengers - make a list.

What do you need to let go of in this descent period? What is being stripped away?

What are some of the hidden gifts you may receive?

I hope putting this into an archetypal journey context has helped you. I may look at offering this course again on-line, once my bug soup phase is ended…

 much peace to you,

Thursday, March 26, 2020

Corona Quarantine Update

SoulCollage(R) card: Home and Hearth

It’s a blast to be at home full-time, isn’t it? I feel safe, protected, not too lonely cause of Skype, Zoom and whatever tools to stay connected. 

But what a drag to have all my outside classes for the next two months cancelled! I planned, prepared and wrote scripts for retreats and workshops; I booked rooms and paid deposits and advertised like crazy; I made videos to promote my retreat, communicated with people who were interested in SoulCollage® training, workshops and intros like never before….all to have it be postponed due to this beep-beep virus. I will be writing a newsletter soon, once I have some new dates to announce.

Hey, but on the bright side, Jacques and I got some singing done. My hubby and I are half of Silk Sky Band and we love singing acoustic duets together. I love harmonizing with him (36 years ago, that's how we met!) He works from home since the past two weeks, and is loving it - working without having to deal with traffic, without constant interruptions, but he also spends a lot of draining time on phone calls with nervous clients. It’s been a rocky road for the market and investors.

At least we have each other – right? I have three sisters and two brothers who are single and I can sympathize. We went to Florida one week, then two weeks together at home, three meals a day, evenings binge watching Netflix on the couch, getting out to walk the dog together…until she had a little back pain episode two days ago; her legs just gave out on her briefly and she couldn’t get up - she lay there making a horrendous noise for a minute until we got her into her crate and then to the vet. She’s better now,  on more pain medication, as well as her heart medication, and yeah, at 15 she’s probably reached her best by date. Poor little Mollie, our Shiztu-Bichon mix, little cutie, who still gets heads turning when we walk with her, is not going to have any long walks for two weeks. She is good company, if quiet these days.

All this down time - what to do? I don’t know how productive you all are. But I can’t seem to concentrate. I thought this quiet time would help me reflect and focus on my writing. Hmmm, instead what I find is that every two days my anxiety amps up, and I need to do something like lie on the floor and breathe, or watch a video with some EFT, or take a chill pill. Especially if I have to go out somewhere, with gloves and mask, to pick up groceries or get to the notary to sign the closing on our new hobby farm! I feel like I should be overjoyed to get outside, but instead I’m even more nervous.

There are so many unknowns, and for a control freak like myself, probably traumatized in childhood from growing up in an alcoholic environment with tons of unexpected, unpredictable little crisis’s popping up, these unknowns are a little bit scary.  See, that little ball of worry in my tummy, it comes from past experiences and rushes up to greet me in this new crisis.

Anyways, I keep active, and creative and love making SoulCollage® cards and collages in my art journal. However, my brain is too full of worry to calm down and write creatively. I'm giving myself a pass on that one. And I am reading a lot instead. I have read four or five novels in the past two weeks (I know, I’m a speed reader). Good thing Amazon and Chapters deliver!

As for family, I keep in touch with our almost 30-year-old son and his wife, and our 27-year-old daughter by Facetime and their favorite app HouseParty. 

SoulCollage(R) card: Touch me through the Screen

We call or email with siblings and my 89 year old mom,, we see neighbours walk by and occasionally stop and chat at a good six foot distance. (the local policemen drive by on motorcycles checking out the parks and gathering places). We do not feel isolated, yet,  and we do have a pretty scenic view of the St Lawrence where it widens out into Lac St Louis, right in back of the house; barring any spring floods, with all the recent Geese flocking here on the ice floes, it’s been very peaceful.

My relationship with the wild world is increasing. Definitely gonna make a card for those Canada Geese because they are good guardians and companions.

The most fun thing we’ve done so far, besides making popcorn and watching the show Sex Education (a hoot!) on Netflix, is do some singing and post it on Facebook. We received a lot of good feedback, so I put two songs up on my YouTube channel. That’s a first! Life is Beautiful!

We also shared some of our favorite songs on a new playlist on Spotify called Corona Congeé (means Corona holiday), with some uplifting, heart-full and happy songs.  It's public.  One of them is by Alison Kraus and James Taylor (two of our faves) doing “How’s the world treating you?” 

So that’s my question for today, How is the isolation-stay-at-home sheltering in place working for you?

Love and hugs, toodles