I forget I have this blog sometimes. In Ecuador, it was a lifeline, a connection to people far away whom I thought I may never see again. Believing this, I felt a sense of freedom in what I said, and I believe it made me stronger. Have you ever worn Read more
November 21, 2020 I just woke up from my dream about Mali. The dream followed the same theme as what really happened with one exception. In the dream I went back for her, many details of the dream lost now as they were not really important, only the ending mattered. Read more
It has been quite some time since I felt I had anything to say important enough to share. I have been grieving, not just for my friend Mali, but for the complete change in my life. I was explaining to someone the other day, my birthday in fact, that while Read more
I have begun my new chapter thanks to several people who gave me the opportunity to do so. Because of their kindness and generosity, I returned to Maple Creek, welcomed in such a beautiful and loving way. I came with the unfortunate baggage of a traveller who was forced to Read more
Clouded by my emotions, the answer about Señorita Mali eluded me yesterday. I felt I needed confirmation as I was unable to say definitely what my dream meant about her life. Then last evening I had an idea to check my old messenger account, hoping to see a sign Maria Read more
Sleep did not come easy last night. Then after only a few hours of sleep, I was awake and lay in quiet reflection. Mali was heavy on my mind, her presence always such a comfort during these sleepless nights. Once more, I must have fallen asleep, although it felt more Read more
I began to think of my exodus from South America as beginning a new chapter. It seemed to be fitting as there were several firsts happening, beginning with accepting so much help from people, some I did not even know. The other day I woke up thinking I was going Read more
I returned just over a week ago now. I have found myself on an emotional rollercoaster, feeling both the loss of what was left behind as I dip into the valleys, then the joy and gratitude of being with such good people here as I ride the top of the Read more
Dogs come in every shape, color and size here in Ecuador. Scrappy alone has fathered many litters in this area. When I first arrived here Scrappy, Chiripa and Scott, who was only 2 months old, were inseparable, rarely coming to visit, perhaps intimidated by the dog from Canada. Scott was Read more
I don’t think I have ever mastered the art of being…. In order to do so, you must fully understand who you are or even who you think you are. Limbo is probably how to best describe my past and how I lived, just someone drifting from place to place Read more