gallows cove

I’m backtracking to March – when Chris and I walked the Gallows Cove Trail in Torbay. The snow had barely gone, in fact at the time, there was still snow and ice in the shade of the woods.  Regardless, the sun had come out and it felt glorious to be outside.


I only heard about this trail a couple of years ago when my friend was visiting from Ottawa and we were in search of an iceberg. In case you don’t know where it is, you’ll see the sign for Gallows Cove Road just after you drive by Foodland (if you are coming from town). Turn right and you’ll end up at the trail. 5-Torbay

Looking back on these photos, I can almost smell the fresh, clean, crisp, air. I LOVE the deep blue of the ocean and the gradient blues of the sky.


We only walked for a hour or so – but I heard you can walk all the way around the harbour.  I’ll have to go back and find out more at a later date. Happy Trails.


coming into his own


We had been married for 3 years when we knew it was time for us to start a family.  Both my husband and I felt we were finally ready for the different lifestyle that comes along with being parents. We had moved from our little downtown apartment in the Glebe out to the suburbs, surrounded by others doing exactly that – starting and raising families.

I actually don’t remember precisely when I discovered I was pregnant with our first child but I DO remember the exact moment he was born.  After a quick (but intense) 4.5 hour labour, our first child, came into the world at 8:40 AM and his crying sounded like the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. I remember feeling such relief to hear those cries.

Although we were as ready as we could be to have children, we had no idea what we were doing. That first night home from the hospital, was a bit chaotic.  I don’t think any of us slept.  We were total rookies.  Our son has had to teach us along the way what he needed and being (mostly) diligent students, his Dad and I have done our best to figure it out as we go.

We went through the regular childhood activities of gymnastics, hockey, beavers/cubs, piano and he did enjoy most of them. But after several years of piano lessons, he begged us to let him drop the piano and take up the guitar.   Negotiating piano practice was no fun, so we agreed to sign him up for guitar lessons.

Best. Move. Ever.


Since then it seems that the guitar has become attached to his body.  Wherever he is, the guitar isn’t far away from him.  I jokingly refer to him as the “Wandering Minstral”.  I think he communicates best when he is playing and some of my absolute favourite times are when he is following behind me as I walk around the house doing little tasks, while he strums away and talks to me about whatever is happening in his life right now.

I love when he tells me about his life.  I adore his passion for music and I have so much respect for his sense of right and wrong.  And his growing self-confidence makes me a content Mama.

Out of all four of us, I think he has transitioned best into St. John’s life. I always knew he was a Newfoundlander at heart, but seeing him meld into his school and musical activities makes my heart sing.  The joy he takes in being with our extended family is a privilege to watch.

He is still teaching us daily.  He teaches me about love and loyalty and also about the most current You Tube videos. I wouldn’t know about “Nigahiga” or “What the Fox Says” without him.

Happy 15th birthday to our boy. Watching you discover yourself and become so comfortable in your own skin is such a joy.  You have so much life ahead of you and we can’t wait to be here to witness it all.

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Game Day


Well, moving day is here.  I guess this is really happening lol.  We have been busy preparing for this day and at times it has seemed unreal that we are actually going home!!!  But this is pretty real. Now there is absolutely no denying it!  The movers are here and making quick work of our stuff.  They have rolled out the red carpet – I feel like we are at the Oscars. Except not.


The head mover guy just happens to be from Newfoundland (we Newfoundlanders are everywhere).  Apparently the moving company is doing more and more moves TO Newfoundland instead away from the island.


Rocky really doesn’t know what to do with himself.  The front door is wide open, but he is hiding under the table. 20130710-102059.jpg

Another step closer!

leaning into the wind


So have you seen my zen? I did have it at some point this winter, but admittedly, it has been elusive as of late. I am a huge yoga fan and I try to keep in mind just “being in the moment” as much as possible, but if there was a score card for the yoga mindset (which there wouldn’t be, since that is not the yoga way) but if there *was*, I would totally flunk. My head is having trouble being still.

Somedays I would just like to see into the future, just a little bit. In my heart of hearts, I KNOW everything will be fine, but just that little reassurance that yes my house will sell, and yes I will get it all packed and no we’re not crazy for making this huge move right now. Really? Is that too much to ask?

I guess it is.
I have to have faith it will be fine and keep moving forward.

The picture is of my son in Trinity Bay at my parent’s cabin in a place called Spreadeagle. It was a super blustery day and he was literally leaning into the wind. I feel a bit like that right now.

I think I better go dig up that mindfulness CD I have somewhere and try some meditation.

And if you come across my zen in your travels let me know!

technical frustrations

So have you used Microsoft 8? If you have, and you are in love with it, you’ll have to let me know why, because I am NOT in the love room with it. It has been installed on our home computer and every time I go to use it, I want to tear my hair out. Remember that video of the guy in the cubicle who trashes his computer? Well, I relate. The simplest things are so difficult and not intuitive. This morning before work I tried to print an email. PRINT AN EMAIL!! I’m not trying to change the inter workings of the computer, just print an email. I finally had to leave for the bus without said email. Sigh.


I liken Microsoft 8 to a big set of heavy theatre curtains. When I’m on the computer, it feels like I can’t see beyond the curtains. And where did the little x at the top right corner of my documents go? Granted I’m no technical whiz, but I’ve been comfortably using computers for quite a while but this confounds me. grrrrrr!

I actually own a Mac laptop that for the most part I like and is VERY intuitive. But even though the parts seem to be working fine, the hardware is so outdated that I can’t upgrade any of the software. So I’m stuck between an outdated Mac and a computer that makes me want to scream.

It may be time to take a deep breath and breathe. Om!

PS: i realize this post has absolutely nothing to do with moving or Newfoundland but I couldn’t help it!

my homing beacon is calling me

Directions have never really been my thing.  That internal compass some people possess, just doesn’t exist in me. Turn me around and I’ve lost track of where north is. So not being someone who likes feeling lost, I have learned how to use a map REALLY well and can navigate anywhere as long as I have map in hand (not that helpful in the woods, but great in the middle of Paris lol).

So in those times when a map is nowhere to be found, I always joke that my “homing beacon” automatically takes me East – towards that place I still call home, even though I haven’t lived there in almost 20 years. Being a Newfoundlander is a special thing.  I definitely didn’t appreciate it when I lived there, and couldn’t wait to leave when I graduated from university.  But over the years, in each visit home (and each homesick moment here in Ontario) I have re-framed my view on that beautiful place way out in the Atlantic Ocean. Along the way we have instilled in our two children the importance of home and family and now it is time to put our money where our mouths are, so to speak.  The four of us are packing up the house and moving back to St John’s this summer.

Not an easy decision, since our life in Ottawa is pretty sweet. But it’s now or never. My kids are teenagers and getting older by the second (eek!). The pull towards our family and the ocean has worked its magic and we are taking this crazy exciting leap and moving “home”.

My dh has an amazing internal compass.  When we are off the beaten track, he has led me down many paths. And each time I implicitly trust him to lead me home (left to my own devices unguided, it is debatable whether or not I would make it myself lol).  This new path we are taking is a combination of that gut instinct of knowing in your heart where you need to be, combined with a figurative map to help us make the best decisions we can.  This blog is about our migration home and any adventures on the way.

My homing beacon is calling me.