My Everything Corner

 I wanted to drop in and wave hello to all of you out there who are still following my blog.  I have been going through a difficult time in my life and rarely think of blogging, although it's an extremely supportive community.  At least,  my small audience is. One of the things I have been doing to make myself feel better is art journaling. I was skeptical at first,  but it has turned out to be one of the most enjoyable parts of my day.  Have any of you ever tried it, and what are your thoughts? 

 Yes, I have become a bit of a princess over these past few years. I not only have my own bedroom,  it's the master room and ensuite. I need to be surrounded by beauty to feel a sense of safety, comfort and joy. So, I am very particular with what goes into my rooms. You don't see them in the photos,  but my cats are both sleeping, one on my legs, the other right beside me. 

 I won't go into detail about why I've been MIA. I've been dealing with my health.  Still dealing,  actually,  but feeling a bit better, so here I am to say I'm still alive. I'm currently in training at Starbucks, my first job in nearly 20 years 🙃. I'm overwhelmed by the number of recipes I have to remember. At this point, I can't recall the difference between a latte and a macchiato. But, it is only my third day, and my first day learning the drinks.

 It's snowing and blowing here today, but we've had little tastes of Spring here and there. The real clues that warmer weather is on the horizon are the birds. It's just the best feeling when we start seeing diversity again.

I had the luxury of petting a moose nose once. It was at a zoo in Moose Jaw, Sask. Yes, the city also has a giant statue dedicated to the wonderful animal. The problem with having petted a moose once, is that you want to do it each time you see one. Their muzzle is velvety soft, and their look is sweetly comical.  They are simply adorable. But they are big, and wild and one should not fool themselves into thinking that they are ever approachable. Ever. Unless, of course, you want your headstone to read something along the lines of: "It could have been a duck or goose, but no, she just had to try and pet a moose."  

 So far, our weather this year has been incredibly mild. Not only did I wake up to yet another warm, (enough) windless day, the hoar frost was looking gorgeous against its backdrop of a delicately coloured sunrise.

This mug found its way to me from Whitehorse, a city in the Yukon territory.  Every time I see this mug, I think of the trip that my family and I took up to that northern part of Canada in 2018.  The North is beautiful in a way that resonates with me. Trees and lakes. That's where my heart is. I love the ocean and it's beaches and the view of a mountain from a distance. But, put me in the middle of a forest with a lake just a short walk away, that's my heaven. I live in the middle of the prairies now, with farmland all around me. It's beautiful in it's own way, but it's the forest I long to be in. Trees are becoming more scarce in my neck of the woods as farmers have to clear their land to make room for the huge machinery that does the job of feeding the world today. I'm always sad to see the new piles of trees that sit ready to be burned when they are dry, and I'm sure it's hard on the humans who have made that choice. But there is a huge population...