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projector

When we were in college, Tim sang in several bands. I was in love so I hung out with them. Like a crazy groupie! Back then, words were put on overheads sheets on a projector. I was the overhead girl. The job you got if you weren’t good enough to sing in the band!

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.26.2016 @ 7:58 am

workshop

One of my favourite people is a woodworker. He’s got a workshop in his garage fully equipped with all of the big and little tools you need. He makes beautiful pieces. More importantly, each piece tells a story. Shares a little piece of his heart.

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.23.2016 @ 3:02 pm

prove

Prove ye this day whom you will serve. Who do I take delight in? Follow? Give my time, energy and talents to? Who do I serve? What does it mean to prove it? Show? Demonstrate? Reflect like a mirror?

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.22.2016 @ 7:23 am

disaster

“This is a freaking disaster,” I muttered as I looked around the room. How could such a small puppy do so much damage? Kleenex. Toys. A magazine. The pillow… ugggh the pillow with it’s contents spread far and wide. Lego, crackers. You name it, she destroyed it.

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.19.2016 @ 9:46 am

legion

When I was in grade 12 I was asked to go to a camp in Ottawa for student leaders. An incredible opportunity for the low, low price of $1000! We didn’t have the money to spend. Neither did my high school. Enter the local Legion. They took a chance on me and paid my expenses. I was so thankful for the incredible week & opportunity. To my shame, I never sent a thank you note. Story of my life.

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.18.2016 @ 8:36 am

gears

What do I even say about this? Gears on a car? I’m not so hot with those. I remember the time Tim made me learn to drive standard when we were driving home from Sk. I kept stalling the car in the middle of an intersection. Grinding the gears. Jody, Lo & Tim were laughing so hard they couldn’t get me out of the intersection. I started to cry & just got out of the car. Left it in the middle of the intersection for them to deal with. Dumb gears.

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.17.2016 @ 9:45 am

congregate

To meet. Gather. Community. Together. To congregate together. Like cattle. Like a church body. Like kids around ice cream or fruit flies to wine. Like mindedness.

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.16.2016 @ 8:59 am

attendance

On the new app for the kids school, we can see their attendance record. 77% attendance. 92% attendance. Like a competition against ourselves. A mark of our success or failure. A grade on our health, perhaps?

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.12.2016 @ 12:20 pm

families

The best thing in life is to be loved. To know there are people who see inside of you- the good bits and the ugly parts and love you anyway. The people who become our families. Biological and chosen. It is essential to be part of family- a community of no matter what love.

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.11.2016 @ 10:09 am

whimper

Our new dogs name is Kibbles of all things. One of the kids asked, “who names a dog after the food they eat?”. Ha! She’s adjusting well to her new home but when we leave the room, I can always hear her whimper. It breaks my heart every time.

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.10.2016 @ 10:39 am

gardener

I remember my Dad gardening. That’s how I think of him. Wearing his red, plaid jacket, old jeans with a trowel in hand, smelling of earth and sun. He’s always been an avid gardener.

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.09.2016 @ 1:01 pm

fateful

On that fateful day… the one where everything shifted. Maybe only 2 degrees at first but a huge swath from the original path. A new reality.

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.08.2016 @ 8:53 am

priorities

Choices. Priorities. Boundaries. All things that establish the flow of our lives. What are my priorities? Do I really want to keep doing this everyday? Barfing out words on a page that never really make any sense? Is it helping? Should I keep it as a priority or move it along with the rest of my backburnered ideas?

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.04.2016 @ 10:20 am

spectrum

Where do I fit on the spectrum? That’s something I’ve considered a lot recently as my new diagnosis registers. High functioning? Moderate? Needing help? Who even wants to be on a spectrum?

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.02.2016 @ 7:43 am

clever

One of my favourite words that my Aussie friends use is clever. It makes me laugh (in such a good way) each time they use it. You are such a “clever” fellow they coo to their babies. Or “clever girl” when a fellow photog takes a great shot. How kind to make people feel so smart!

» Posted By rachelgi On 02.01.2016 @ 10:45 am

gridlocked

Toronto. I can’t begin to describe how much I despise that city. Wall to wall people. Smog. Gridlocked traffic. Constantly. Even at midnight- backed up traffic snaking down the streets. Clusters of humanity too close for comfort.

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.30.2016 @ 12:43 pm

monster

“You are such a little monster!” I remember saying these words with great affection (and sometimes not so great) to my colicy child as I paced the floor with him many, many nights. Tiny little gremlin who stole my heart!

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.28.2016 @ 9:48 am

hazy

I remember the summer we were at Jann Lake Lodge. Forrest fires were burning just kms north of us. The sky was hazy with smoke. At times, it was so thick, you could taste it, almost feel it in the air.

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.27.2016 @ 9:49 am

armor

Put on the full armour of God. Arm yourself with gladness. Protection. A covering. Shield from fatal injury. You can still feel the blows but they won’t claim your life.

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.26.2016 @ 8:02 am

drop

Drop the ball. Drop in on someone. Drop the kids off. Drop dead. Mic drop. We’re always dropping something, aren’t we? I hate dropping balls. Better learn to juggle.

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.25.2016 @ 8:53 am

craftsmanship

I think of Tim. Old world style. Careful attention to detail. Pixels carefully honed with the same craftsmanship of an finish carpenter. Pride in his work and care for his client.

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.21.2016 @ 6:52 am

bunch

Random thoughts crowd my mind. Bunch in the corners. Fill spaces where I long to see space. It’s full. Crammed. Thoughts stuck like a cork.

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.20.2016 @ 7:56 am

camouflage

A few years ago, I had the bright idea to buy my son camouflage sandals. I spent more time that summer searching for them than he did actually wearing them. Do you know how funny a 5 year old finds it when he chucks his shoes into tall grass & then watches you frantically looking for shoes that have completely disappeared?

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.18.2016 @ 5:14 pm

round

Do you know what I find incredibly annoying? A round-about. Simple, right? Not so much! Meant to keep traffic flowing, confused people go round & round instead of zipping through.

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.16.2016 @ 10:07 am

confident

He stood looking into the distance, clearly absorbed in thought. Outside, he exuded a confident air. Inside, he quaked, unsure. Questioning. Wondering.

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.15.2016 @ 10:37 am

I am confident. In what? In who? I”m confident there are no words in me today. Bleh.

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.14.2016 @ 11:09 am

rural

A place were I can breath. Out of the smog. The crowds. The loud and crazy and unexpected. Clean air. Space. Open sky. A retreat from the realities of a busy life. I’d love a rural life. Get me out of the city!

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.13.2016 @ 9:39 am

beginning

It’s not much of a new beginning when you keep getting the same words. Begin again? Is that the message? Keep trying? Even if it’s a repeat, each day is a new beginning? So take the first step. Just take it. See where it leads.

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.12.2016 @ 8:46 am

New mercies every morning. A fresh start. The beginning of something. Some days, I’m so glad to leave the past behind. Other’s, I linger in the moments. Savouring. Not wanting a new beginning. Just enjoying what is.

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.11.2016 @ 2:47 pm

stabbed

He stabbed her through the heart. Not with a knife or any other sharp blade but with his words. Reaching deeply into her soul and tearing, wrenching, pulling sinew and muscle apart. Gutted. Field dressed.

» Posted By rachelgi On 01.09.2016 @ 1:43 pm

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