As I write this blog post, the snow continues dance outside my window. I can hear the windchimes in the backyard. A neighbour is outside shovelling. I’m cozy and warm within the shelter of these thick, limestone walls. I’m humbled by the age of my home, by the storms it has endured and yet, how it still solidly stands over 150 years after it was constructed. There parts of it that need care, storm windows to be restored and a roof that needs repair in the spring, but it we’ll make it through the winter. The home must have so much history locked away within these walls. Stories to tell about the people and families who lived here before me. Who were they? Has there always been a piano in the front room? When was the kitchen moved from the basement to the first floor? Did children feel safe to play in the streets outside?
My February musings. I’m not sure I’ll figure out the past, but I keep my listening ears ready for the stories of the people that surround me. I record my children’s stories and the ones that were told over the holidays. I’m listening more than ever before and reading more than I have in years. It takes practice and I know my winter rhythm will change when the snow melts and everything is green once again. But in this moment, I am content.Read More