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12/24/2025

12/24/2025

Growing up in the Gulf Islands in the 70’s and 80’s it truly was the Wild West era of parenting; for example, The annual Santa Ship. This tradition, starting in Washington in the 20’s ,was the highlight for many children during Christmas and they added the Gulf Islands to their route.
Now I can’t even describe accurately the mix of excitement and sheer terror that this event wrought in me. Santa, presents and candy of course brought excitement but Santa was also accompanied by pirates and by the time the ship got through all the San Juan Islands and then the other Gulf Islands,Saturna being the last stop later in the day, said pirates were knee deep in holiday cheer. So imagine this lovely ship pulling into the wharf, the had a cannon that shot tennis balls into the air, inebriated pirates pouring off the boat roaring and laughing. They were known to grab the teenage girls and women and drag them onto the ship, so it was accompanied by crazy laughter and screams, all in good fun I’m sure but to a little kid that s**t was absolutely TERRIFYING!
Santa was always lovely, even if his breath smelt like Daddy’s on a Friday night. The pirates would tease you with their swords or pistols, I know they were all kind volunteers for the JayCee’s but man oh man, I can still remember the extreme emotions of that day. Wild Christmas for sure!
So on the Christmas Eve Day I hope there is peace, laughter and sharing of good memories! Merry Christmas to all!!
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12/22/2025

Wishing all a Happy Solstice and Blessed Yule….welcome back Light, let’s look to the end of this year with hope in our hearts. 💚🌞🎄

10/03/2025

I had a session with Coco Jones yesterday (my best fu***ng friend) ; how do I even describe these sessions she does? The deep healing she facilitates, the way she connects with my ancestors, my loved ones, my guides all while soothing my battered and bruised soul. Through drumming, prayers, different aromatics and incantations she took me to a place a profound healing, when I came back from it I felt so much restoration and peace. Thank you Cokey, as always for being there for me. I’m telling you people, I highly recommend her!🙏🏼🍁🐉🐦‍🔥🖤🩵

10/03/2025

It’s taken a few days to even begin processing the weekend we had. We took Steve to some of his favourite places on Saturna, it’s the first time I’ve been over with all the kids, without him. Memories and time lines collided, my own childhood, my parents, my guy and our courtship. It could have broken me but for the magic of that wonderful community who always seems to step up and be amazing.
The way everyone pitched in for a beautiful potluck, to the hugs, heartfelt condolences, sharing of memories (Red Pony Club Kevin), the fact that Steve’s siblings came over for the day and the fact that Steve and I are still remembered over there.
What a joy to see the kids completely at home, connecting in their own way to the special energy that is that isle.
A part of me was dreading the trip, to what might be the finality of an era but with such memories, with such joys that are still palpable, I know that I will always be able to feel that, if even for a weekend. Thank you Saturna Island and the wonderful people that live there. I am beyond grateful.🙏🏼🌲💚

09/27/2025

Ah….Saturna, it’s so good to be here, already greeted by this lovely guy, chilling off the deck. Home.♥️

09/11/2025

I just saw a post with a term called “Lifequake”…. When an event turns your life upside down and shakes things up but other things grow out of the aftermath. Just like wildfires often bring the most incredible growth of fireweed, my life is producing strange and lovely things. Kendall and her cats are currently living in my office,Kitten Bitten is now the Queen of Tarot and as I sit typing this she slumbers on my crystals and a tree frog croaks outside the door. All my kids have had to come home again but this feels so right, especially for me.
Just as I found out about my big brother Tad 3 months after my Dad died, we found out that my Mom also had a baby girl she gave up for adoption, three months after Steve died,so I had a big sister too. Unfortunately she passed two years ago, her name was Vicki but I was connected through my beautiful niece Tiann to her lovely daughter Becca, another branch of the family tree suddenly sprouted after loss. I so look forward to meeting her, her brother Zach and their children, MORE FAMILY TO LOVE!
I find I have even more compassion for my mysterious and complicated Mom, her traumas were so big that I understand her inability to even talk to anyone about them. But I’m left in wonder of the crazy ways that people leave and people come in. I marvel at the hearts ability to keep expanding, the way love can grow and outshine pain. I believe that’s the most important thing, to let love keep growing.❤️

09/03/2025

In one day the angle of the Sun shifted enough to scatter rainbows in my kitchen again. My world has been rainbow-less since early Spring. These little sink glimmers give me hope. Hope that this long dry, this intense heat will soon come to an end. Already the light is different, most mellow golden and although I’m still using the air conditioning I can smell Autumn in the evening. Made it through another season, didn’t melt into a messy puddle of bones, skin and layers of fabric. Kept the animals and the garden alive, did grown up stuff like putting all the utilities into my name, dealt with banks and insurance and the government, with minimal blood,sweat and tears.
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There have been wonderful moments of laughter; tubing with friends, swimming and diving in the river, feeling like a little kid again. I’ve caught up people, drank countless cups of tea and spent time just doing what I want to do, it still feels awkward and foreign.
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There are still moments of the big unravelling; where my heart pounds and my thoughts freeze…”How do I do this? How am I going to cope?” and I have to gently walk myself through the tunnel of panic to solid ground again. And I do, each time I’m grateful to be able to find solid ground, to find hope and reasons to keep going forward. Right now thoughts of Autumn, harvesting and then decorating for Spooky season (makes my little witch heart SO HAPPY) is what pulls me forward along with my animals, Seger with his support fruit and veg, in this picture he holds an apple, pilfered from the fruit bowl. He’ll sleep beside it for awhile, pack it around and keep it away from Ella till he decides to eat it. He’s so sweet. Thank god for animals!🙏🏼🩵

08/30/2025

I love you my guy.🩵

08/09/2025

This morning’s energy; with the smells of basil, dill and blackberries in my nose I’m transported back to childhood on The Funny Farm, so named by some islanders who swore you never knew what might come running out of the Boser’s driveway. It might be a lamb named Artemis who wore a jewelled collar, a crippled old French Poodle named Chouchou who would merrily skip down the road, he was so curly it was hard to know if he was coming or going.

I find my thoughts are taking me back to my childhood, back to life before Steve. I think a part of my psyche needs to remember who I was before him and that I lived without him then. A small comfort but it’s weird what our brains do.
Summer then was filled with time in our garden, baskets of fresh basil, picking cucumbers and tomatoes and my parents canning. I was tasked with picking blackberries so one hot morning Leah and I, atop our faithful ponies Mini and mine,Sassy, who was not actually faithful at all but a true rancid bitch. She was a white and brown Welsh/Shetland pinto. The arms and legs broken by her were hard to keep track of. Rarely did we use saddles but this day I had my western saddle and a 5 gallon bucket and off we went, down to the valley to pick. An hour later with buckets brimming we scrambled up on the ponies and set off for home. Lyall Harbour Hill always meant going home so Sassy, the rancid bitch, decided to do so with gusto. Fast. Wildly. No amount of pulling on the reins helped so I clung on to the big bucket in front of me, which proceeded to bang down on the saddle horn. Which proceeded to break the bottom of the bucket off. By the time we veered into our driveway, me crying in anger, myself and my mostly white pony were stained with 5 gallons of blackberries. I was so furious but my parents laughed hysterically for hours at the purple two. Sassy was not at all bothered and happily munched at grass. I think Leah and I must have gone swimming to cool off. Blackberry picking after that was done on foot.
My birthday yesterday was strange, very peaceful, full of kindness from everyone to which I am eternally grateful. To all who reached out I thank you, every single message filled my heart. ❤️

07/16/2025

Days sped by, then weeks, which turned into months, two to be exact since he left. There have been some hard days for sure but not all has been dark and heavy.
The garden blooms and grows daily. The scarlet runners make at least 4 inches a day. The pumpkins greedily spread wherever the hell they want and the hops is a drunken l**h, brazenly smacking my ass as I walk by, often tangling in my hair. It gets clipped back into place often.
I find I’m making shrines all over the house, shrines to Steve, to grief, to my parents or simply to the magic of here and now.
I have my Mom in a teapot, Dad in a ginger jar and Steve in a beautiful maple box surrounded by his buddhas and beloved sloths.
My life is slowly taking on new dimensions; more time in the garden, more time with Cory and the kids, more time with friends….more time on my own. This is not always comfortable. In my missing Steve so much I also crave that intense,tightly scheduled pattern that our life was, complete with so much stress. It’s weird to miss the stress but it was interwoven with Steve’s care, with helping him in his life, and in that process I lost a lot of mine. It is strange to get it back and not know what to do with it.
I’m being patient with myself, this too is new. I give myself the “just get through this day before giving yourself another list “ talk.
I eat supper whenever I want, sometimes it’s popcorn, sometimes it’s toast. Easy.
Steve is with me constantly, he leaves dimes, loonies and even pennies in the weirdest of places, it always makes me smile.
I rejoice at every new bloom, new cuke or pea that forms, easy does it, breathe in, breathe out. 🐞🌞

06/22/2025

We celebrated Steve today; it was a day of such love, laughter and a beautiful sharing of stories. As hard as losing him has been I am PROFOUNDLY GRATEFUL to this incredible community. The kids and I are truly humbled and awed by the support, by the helping kindnesses and the outpouring of care. What a treasure trove of people you all are! To all those who came today, from far and near, to his family who have been unwavering in their love and care. To our friends who’ve showed up again and again. To his work people who came today. To old friends who reached out and who were there today…. Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving my guy like I do. For loving me and our family. Thank you and a multitude of blessings to all of you. You’ve made my fractured world a much better place. I truly love you all. 🙏🏼🩵