Month: March 2018

Stuck in the sludge

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International Women’s Day 2018

In honour of this International Womens’ Day – 2018

Widowed as young mom of 3
Librarian, sewer
Program writer & facilitator
Powerful, kind, generous woman
I Celebrate her.

Mom of 4
Financial advisor
Celiac and Dairy allergies
Back at college, while still working, and raising kids.
Full of energy, humour and positivity.
I celebrate her.

Mom of 4. Married
While own kids are teens, now fostering
Babies and toddlers
Pouring out her love
Kind, considerate and compassionate
I celebrate her.

Married, no kids
Pastor, humanitarian
Blogger, runner
Introvert, advocate
Fabulous, fun
I celebrate her

Married, Mom of 2.
Highly skilled and loving
Chronic health struggles
Fabulous tutor, helper to refugees and new immigrants.
Cautious and careful
I celebrate you.

Soo many, too many to list. I celebrate the women in my family, and so many other friends in my inner circle, as well as strong or subtle influences in my general life whether in person, peripheral or online.
I celebrate you!

To you movers and shakers- I celebrate you.

To you who are struggling, feeling lost and in pain. Please know you are not alone. I care, and I celebrate you. You are wonderful.

To you who are mistreated, vulnerable, unable to speak. I am learning, my selfish eyes are opening, wanting to advocate, to encourage, to help you. Dear one. I celebrate you.

For us all – I celebrate.

And I am thankful
– R.


Deconstructing my christianity.

You may ask if that is the same as losing your faith?

It can be- it is deeply personal- one’s faith. Many people do.

It doesn’t have to be. Where are you at?

In my case- I love Jesus and fully believe and want to follow his teachings/be more like him (often failing- but fully do).

So I keep Christ, while examining my beliefs surrounding- thus – deconstructing christianity.

You may ask how can you do that- they are kinda merged don’t you think?

Well I guess I take the technique of “Don’t throw out the baby with the bath water.”

Ok, so what would I do?
I would put my focus on the baby. Then I would carefully and lovingly remove the baby from the bath water – then I would empty the bathwater.

Pretty simple if you think of it.

So in the same way- I look to Jesus (figurative baby), and remove all else from there.

Then if you want to take it further – the baby needs caring and such- so you see what the baby needs and add from there.

You see Jesus’ life, teachings, examples- and reconstruct, or maybe better- build new from there.

* Reminder: “Simple” does not equate to “easy”.

You are loved.

– R

How does God speak to you?

How does God speak to you?
What language does he speak?
Do you hear him speak?
Do you imagine him speak ever?
Is it a thought, a feeling?
Is it all Shakespearean or King James Version?

I had someone tell me awhile ago that they had a thought… but they were not sure if it was a God-given thought – but they suspect it was – but they were trying not to believe that it was – because it was, and I quote:

“grow the fuck up”

… and they were quite sure that wouldn’t be God because He swore.

I suspect that God speaks to us in ways that we will understand. So sometimes that will be gentle, sometimes repetitive, sometimes poetic, and sometimes it’ll be right down harsh and rough.

As parents, do we not try to guide our kids to grow in character and love? Do we not have to speak with each one differently, and differently at each age and stage? Many times our conversations are very informal, and can be quite random as we live through the logistics of life, but there are certainly times when we need to be firm, and I’m sure it is not just me – but sometimes it feels like we have to repeat ourselves 10,000,000 times.

Ultimately I do truly believe that God isn’t limited in how he communicates with us. So I pray that I will have the ears to hear.

Sometimes in my random talking times with God, I sometimes wonder if he is saying – “Really??!!”

I am thankful

The Struggle

The struggle

Sometimes the struggle is real
Deep, personal
Raw, damaging

Sometimes the struggle is real
Intense, physical
Demanding, draining

Sometimes the struggle is real


Journeying –  thru in times of pain, anguish, frustration, anger.

Journeying – alone, alongside, or from afar. Sometimes stilted, or, methodically walking,  and, at times, even marathoning.

Journeying – is essential for survival, for progress. For new realizations, growth, and times of true thriving.


Sometimes the struggle is real.
In it, around it, through it.
Let’s do it together.

Always thankful – R

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