It’s not about the destination. It’s the (marmot) friends we made along the way. Mt. Tekarra might be my favourite mountain. Look at it! (Slide 8)
Skyline Trail. Jasper. Sept 2025
I planned for almost a year to go touch grass for a week straight, get really sweaty, really smelly, and remember that my own legs can carry me far indeed. The WCT carried me farther
One pic from each day of the hike, not featured mud, mud, and mud. Day 1 - is me on a ladder and since I hiked from south to north, the 1KM mark meant one kilometre left!
Royal Roads Garden’s re-ignited my Edwardian picnic obsession and I won’t be satisfied till I’m eating a sandwich with the crust cut off and sipping a lavender lemonade beside a peacock 🦚 (while also fighting for freedom, beauty, truth, and love!)
Lady on the streets, master on the sheet!
There’s many people to thank that helped me get here. I started this MA knowing community is important and I’ve finished it feeling that community is important. It might be what saves us in the end. Also housing is a human right.
Ellie’s tippy taps left a spot on my heart that will always ache for her. With some trepidation and much excitement I’m ready to have my heart walked on (and head stomped on at 3AM) again, this time by Norman. I’m so painfully glad my heart has love enough for more fur in the corners of my house.
I went for a walk and saw the way the sun gives us both light and shadow.
Maybe this is an end-of-year post, maybe it’s not. Either way, the Earth will keep moving around the sun and there will be long days and short days and long nights and short nights.
About a week ago I had a dream that you were stolen by a man in the middle of the night, but when I woke up you were right beside me on the bed. So I reached out and cuddled you until I fell back asleep. If I only knew that you were to be stolen much sooner than I thought.
I see you everywhere. My sweatpants on the end of the bed incase you need to go out in the middle of the night. The mat in front of the patio door selected specifically to catch dirt from your paws. White bread in the fridge in which to hide your pills (that you somehow still spat out). Fur in the corners of the stairs.
I notice your absence everywhere. No jubilant greeting at the door. No jingle of a collar. No clickty-clack of claws eager to investigate what I’m putting in the dishwasher. No barking at every animal on TV.
Ellie, you brought joy wherever you went. Right now there’s so much grief.
Feb 2017 - Aug 2024
