Category: Beach

Trees are singing

Beach, Beauty, Folklore, Genealogy, Ghosts, History, Knitting, Minimalism, Music, Passion, Photography, Picnic, self care, Tea party, Wellness

In this beautiful place for a couple nights while I work at HMCS Acadia with cadets. I’m one of the wonderful bunch of nurses on staff at the clinic. I’m grateful to be able to stay at my uncles cottage in Smiths Cove while I’m at the base over the next 6 weeks. So many kids on buses arriving from all over the provinces and the world for training and fun. It’s been interesting to meet up with about 500 of them yesterday and over the next couple days. Great bunch of kids and young adults. I remember my Air Cadet camp days at Greenwood. It is a fantastic opportunity. They seem to have developed the camps into a fun place. I always felt I was getting in trouble by forgetting my cap or my hair was below my collar. I remember we borrowed the beautiful airforce blue uniforms for our final parade. Base staff loaned them to us. We were informed please do not get food on these uniforms. The minute I picked up my tray of spaghetti I had a bad feeling. Crash! My tray landed smack into the back of a regular officers beautiful blues and I got the coldest look from my commanding officer. Oh boy!

Peace is easy in a place like this:)

Good morning poetry

Annapolis Valley, Beach, Beauty, Books, Canada, Folklore, hiking, History, Knitting, Life lessons, Minimalism, Poetry, Resolutions, self care, Wellness

Good morning

By Dawn Illsley

Roaring wind lulls me to another place.

Quiet breathing in the margins of my mind.

Pressing thoughts, bossy and demanding,

yank me from my reprieve to reality.

There’s a call for spring outside the window.

An urgent call from a little bird whose hungry.

Then out comes the sun, like a little answered prayer.

The light creeps across the room,

Warming the spot on the floor,

Soon to be occupied

By a little furry beast,

Desperate for warmth.

On the windowsill,

The pink blooms are dried up,

Not the end,

But it seems hopeful for more.

Poetry day

Annapolis Valley, Archeaology, Beach, History, Knitting, Poetry, Travel, Wellness

Reckless Adventure by Dawn Illsley

The waves crash and retreat back to repeat.

I shouldn’t be surprised by my wet toes,

but the waves chase me up the beach.

Like a game of tag in the back yard.

I’ve wandered into a place not meant for me.

I feel like an intruder,

The sign says off limits.

But I still go,

cheating the under tow,

Reckless adventure.