Did You Get Your Man?

My Mountie found this clip.  I like that...and I really like this inspectors charisma....hmmmm Captain Kirk like.

Being Alone Is Not Always Beautiful

*images found on pinterest....

Police and Animals

"A scared panda clings to a police officer's leg after an earthquake hits China" Link Here 

My husband came home tonight with a picture and story about an officer who was working Christmas day.  Long story short a seal, a 300lb seal was stranded.  Animal control said, don't worry about it, it will make it's way back to water.  So the officer watched as it became increasingly weak and short of breath, a normally hostile animal suffering needlessly, on Christmas Day of all days.  Starting alone with a bottle of water the officer struggled to help an animal outside of his provincial knowledge.  Eventually his efforts drew the curiosity of the locals, who joined in, feeding the seal fish.  With the help of the community the seal allowed itself to be assisted back to the ocean....

Not all police stories are feel good.  Not all animal stories end well.  But sometimes, sometimes the The Rest Of The Story comes out....

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

*found on pinterest

Faerie Berries and Thoughtful Fill-Ins

*Fairy Berries the only question is will they work on a condo patio...

I haven't done Friday Fill-Ins in a long time.  Today is not Friday.  This week the format was different..."Where Are You From"  

I am from a cottage on a dirt road, patio lanterns, from Duncan Hines Princess cakes and Judy Blume.


I am from a home that grew a porch around a tree, shag rugs and golden drapes.
I am from the blackberry bushes, violets on the lawn and tart rhubarb dipped in white sugar,
the ever hopeful maple saplings, trillium forests, towering trees.


I am from Christmas Eve's that worked and a family that broke, from a Nana and Mama and Willison, Kirkpatrick, O'Neil, Esten and Wismer.
I am from the sad and creative.
From goldfish that become carp and "right things" without reward.
I am from a Christian home. A faith that that grew, stretched and evolved.
I'm from Canada, Kraft Dinner and scotch.
From the little girl raised by maids, the feisty farm girl who dashed to the city lights and the ones who isolate themselves literally and figuratively.  
I am from fancy silver sold for a dime, farmland scorned and fresh starts.

The World is Calling my Name

I Am a White Girl

I am.  I am white, pale white and freckled. Many folk, mainly men have told me that they like that I obviously don't have any (insert any darker skinned racial slur here) in me to not recognize that it matters.  It matters in ways that make me go still and quiet, in ways that make me feel doubly hard when I hear stories like I did this week.  A story of a man and woman, never an uncomplicated theme.  A story of a potential romance smeared and over before it began...

Affirm Life.