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Happy 31st Birthday to our Kendall, !!! You’ve conquered so much this year and grown in so many ways…it’s been a joy to watch. My wishes for you this year are happiness, peace and the knowledge that you deserve whatever the hell your heart desires. You’ve gone from that little fairy bug who wouldn’t say a thing to a fiercely funny woman whose heart burns bright. Shine on Beauty, I love you SO!!🌟💚🌱🐸🌞

These poppies just lift my mood instantly. How can you not acknowledge their beauty without acknowledging the Divine in them. Spirit moves in everything, always and I am extraordinarily grateful. ♥️🌟🙏🏼🌿

Wishing our Justin the BIGGEST and BEST Happy 35th birthday!!! How are you 35??? How is this possible when it was only yesterday that you and I were tramping around the forest, you in full armour with your sword as we searched for dragons and fairies to befriend? The mind boggles and yet how proud we still are of the man you are, of the hurdles you’ve overcome and continue to do so. And how delighted I still am to see that little boy still pop out when you’re playing with the dogs or excited about a new Lego purchase. I love you ever so FIERCELY my Jus, Happy Happy Birthday!!!! 🌟💚🐸🌞

Happy Birthday to my best F-ing friend ….what a gift you are to all of us and the biggest gift, and it’s not even my birthday, to get to have two whole hours with you!!! Shine On Beautiful One🌟🪺🩵🌝🌞🪻…I love you SO!!!

Ella rocking the “no no bad dog don’t lick your paw raw” collar like she doesn’t care!!!

Easter magic🌟🐸🌝

Our baby is 29 today,Happy Birthday to our gorgeous, courageous and most bodacious Delaney Ann! How can you actually be 29?
I still see the little girl, always in fancy dresses riding her bike recklessly around the culdesac, long hair, satin and taffeta flying in a cloud around her. She had training wheels on her bike and one day my Dad noticed that the wheels were bent right up, no longer doing anything as she flew around corners. We laughed because it was so typical for her, to master something without even realizing.
Delaney, your heart is so huge, your kindness a gift and the help you’ve given us over the last few months has been invaluable. For this coming year I wish for you to know your own value, that you get to fall in love with your life and that you keep on shining your incredible light…I LOVE YOU!!!🐝🌝🐸💚🪻

Spring has officially Sprung today ….Ostara/Vernal Equinox is definitely one of my faves and I have never needed the light and balance more in my life.
Never have we humans been more hammered with triggers and issues that we’re being forced to release. I’ve been dealing with a crazy inner ear problem; shingles in my ear has created the worse vertigo so for 57 days I have lurched through life drunkenly wobbling around. I quit drinking 25 years ago after promising my body I would never have to feel this way again but SURPRISE…. Life always has other plans.
So I’m adjusting. I’m trying to find my balance again which is why this Equinox has me most hopeful.
Everyday there are reminders that Nature is awakened; buds are bursting, frogs are ribbiting and a thousand shades of green dazzle me daily. The Flickers are waging their fierce mating rituals; our metal chimney is the prime place to start the rat-a-tat-tat drumming as territory is staked out. A thousand reasons to make me smile.
Balance is the theme for Equinoxes, the equal day/night,dark/light aspects are honoured and if only for a few hours we can stand, bare feet on the grass and feel the Earth’s heartbeat through the soles to our souls. Bright Light Blessings Beauties!🪺🌞🪻🌞

Happy International Women’s Day!!! -growing up there was no such day but there were these women, my Mom and her best friend Bernice. It was listening to them that gave me my first taste of what being a woman was going to be about, not all of it looked fun. It was with them and the other woman who would meet at our kitchen table, amidst endless pots of coffee and clouds of cigarette smoke from their ever-so -long Benson and Hedges that I overheard life’s issues. They taught me the fierceness of friendship, the importance of loyalty and showing up for each other, no matter what. I watched them love and nurture their families and though they were never taught to love and nurture themselves this is something I’m trying to learn to do.
I’m sure grateful for the women who came before me, who blazed trails and taught us we are worthy, to the women beside me, my friends and peers, your presence gives me hope and comfort every goddamned day and to the women coming after us, our daughters and granddaughters you will change the world for the better and for good! Thank you thank you thank you!!! 🌟🙏🏼🌟

Today would have been Mom’s 81st birthday and I’ve been feeling her around a lot lately. It is also her granddaughter Tiann Goddard’s birthday as well. How cool is it that they share this day! I think Mom would have been so thrilled to celebrate this day with Tiann and would have been so proud of what a lovely, beautiful woman she is. Happy Birthday Tiann, wishing you so much love and Momma, missing you and wishing so much love!🩵🩵🩵🩵

One year ago today I was getting a reading done by a reader from back east. At the time, the only thing in my heart was to connect with my Dad. My grief was pretty big and I was feeling bereft. The reader just kept going on about my Mom, how she was around, which was nice but confusing. About an hour later, while I was in the middle of reading for a client, I got the best text of my life from my cousin Myrna saying she thought she’d found my long lost brother. No wonder our Mom was around. So a year of slowly getting to know who this older brother is, to meet him and his little family and to weave their story into the fabric of our lives…what an honour and what a journey! Sometimes a blessing so big comes after a pain so giant…. I’m ever so grateful!
Love you Tad, my big brother!!!! 🩵🩵🩵

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Hey there Sun Beams!!
Good afternoon and always remember to:
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So these two, Bill and Irene. She was 16, he was 18 when they married, just babies really. 70 years today they stood and said I do. They had no idea what life would hurl at them but also the gifts and magic it would bring. I think of them, teenagers, becoming parents and few months later, they were forced to get out there and survive and survive they did.
In these 70 years they raised 4 children, starting in Duncan, then Vancouver, then back to the island, then a good stint on Saturna and full circle back to retire in Duncan. They now have 10 grandchildren, 19 great grandchildren, 1 great great grandchild with 2 more on the way and their blessings abound.
I’ve watched them these past 42 years in the Lawson clan weathering the ups and downs that time brings and through it all, the solid cord that binds them is simply Love. They still love each other, they still care for each other and isn’t that magical?
Do they get frustrated with each other? Of course! Do they grumble under their breath when the other can’t hear them? Hell yes because that my friends is a relationship. It’s never perfect, rarely easy but if you’re strong and loyal and a little bit lucky you get to be married to your best friend for 70 years….Happy Anniversary Bill and Irene, in laws extraordinaire, I love you ferociously!!!!🩵💜💚

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Yule. Winter Solstice. I still smile that this is the day his soul picked to leave on. This anniversary is a powerful one, it’s brought up so much of sharing his experiences of living and dying at Hospice for over 5 months; what an honour to see his interactions with people there and for him to finally understand the power of his goodness.
We always joked that he was such a contrary; he loved to do the opposite of what was expected or normal, but at the root of him was a man that often felt like he wasn’t enough. Didn’t work hard enough, or make enough money, his struggles in his life were many. But throughout all of that it was his grace that shone through …(and he’s laughing in my head right now as we Bosers are notoriously clumsy!) His grace and kindness were his legacy. So at the end of his life he finally got to truly understand how loved he was and respected he remains.
That has been a gift to me as I grapple with his physical absence.
The last three days of his life, where Cory and I spent almost every minute beside him, were the hardest and most beautiful of my experiences. The desolation of grief, that emotion had lurked for two years around him, with his rollercoaster of health, but those last days I was slammed into it. Ate it, slept it, sat in it. The most brutal part that took the most strength was NOT begging him to stay. To not scream DON’T leave me. That was the hardest.
So when Cory left the room, I prayed over Dad. I read blessings and poems. I asked his guides and loved ones to surround him, I asked my Mom and grandparents to hold his hands. And I cried. A ton. When the grief became too much I just kept repeating I love you I love you I love you.
And then that gentle man quietly left. The salt from his forehead still feels vivid on my lips as I kissed it over and over, a thousand good byes.
How has it been a year?
My Mom told me once when I was around two,Dad left town for work. She came in the livingroom where I was holding a picture of him crying saying “Oh my little Daddy”. I find I’m still saying that. I see how fitting it is that the day the light returns at Midwinter was the day he left. His legacy of love and light.🌞💚🌟

Frosty sunrises, cats curled up on laps, hiking with dogs and the best people; these are on my gratitude list. Messages sung onto voicemail..”I love you a bushel and a peck”, heartfelt offers of help from friends who are the foundation of my life. Breakfast at the Doghouse with my guy helps take off the edge of the anxiety of the season.
I’ve made a conscious effort to tone things down, to take the pressure off of making Christmas perfect. There is no perfect outcome, there is just here and now. So I’m living here and now, moment to moment, laugh to laugh and tear to tear.
I used to lose sight of what the holidays meant to me and would get caught up in the crush of consumerism, the panic to get so many presents that, as usual, I forgot to be present. I now try to remember what these holy-days mean to me; the honouring of Nature and her amazing cycles, the webs of connection with my community and the ever present bonds of family, here and gone. Thats the real magic and meaning of this season and I’m so grateful to be here now. Blessings to all🌟🌟🌟

Truth...

Growing up on Saturna we didn’t have a big ceremony for Remembrance Day, yes it was honoured and talked about in school and my Mom would have us sit down and shut up at 11:00 to acknowledge the fallen. I knew she did this for her Dad who fought in WW1 and in my little brain I thought he had died on that day in the war. It’s funny the mythologies we create in our own lives.
The first ceremony I went to was when Justin was in Beavers so we trundled down to the cenotaph in the November rain with oak leaves cascading down on us and at first I thought “What are we doing here?”. But the moment the bugle played The Last Post I had such a visceral reaction, I felt it at my core and the tears started. I don’t know why exactly; maybe it’s past lives; living through war, living through the loss of loved ones, maybe it’s ancestral, coming down through my parents who were born during WW2, through their parents who lived and fought during two wars. Maybe it’s collective as our world community still hasn’t learned and still wages wars on itself, always. War is created by tyranny, power and greed lust but it’s the common people who fight, die and carry on. I think that’s what hits me the hardest, that a young man or woman feels called to step up and protect their home and country, ordinary people doing extraordinary things. The thought that in this day and age bombs are still dropping on innocents because the big boys still haven’t learned to play nice in the sandbox. As our own government has become the greedy tyrants, as common folk struggle to buy groceries or find safe housing. It’s crazy making.
But…
For me, Remembrance Day is that time to be so thankful for the sacrifices of everyday people trying to do their best, it’s a sacred day that honours bravery and love. So, tomorrow, we will be at the cenotaph, me with tears running down my face as the bugle plays and the planes fly over in formation and I will give thanks to those who went before me and for the wonder of being human. ❤️🙏🏼❤️

Monday Reminder💜💜

In bed by 7:30, cozied up with the critters…. Sometimes life is good.🩵