Welcome to Clanmother

A Walk in Emily Carr’s Garden

Dan Antion from No Facilities blog has an open invitation to participate in Thursday Doors, a weekly feature allowing door lovers to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos from around the world. Feel free to join in on the fun by creating your own Thursday Doors post. For more information, connect […]

Welcoming 2022 With Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Happy New Year! I love beginnings, a fresh start, a new adventure and promises of open roads and opportunities. Energy, anticipation, and hope are all wrapped up in “firsts.” Oh, the rush of adrenaline as we race into the future. I am thankful that we begin each new year in the winter season. I seek […]

Christmas Decoration

Stephen Humphreys Reads A Christmas Carol

December 19, 1843 was the day when Christmas was given a gift that continues to keep on giving.   “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens was published in London by Chapman and Hall.  To be clear, others had written stories and poems about Christmas, but “A Christmas Carol” was different; for in those marvelous staves, Charles […]

Sending a Letter in Green Ink

Happy Mother’s Day I have come back to cursive writing after many years of using a typewriter, followed by the computer keyboard, to record my thoughts, ideas and reflections. Fountain pens are perfect for cursive writing, which is making a comeback in the world of keyboards and digitalization. A few weeks ago, my first pen […]

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About me

Hello, I am Rebecca Budd. Welcome to my space.

I was given the title, Clanmother, September 2008, when I was travelling the Scottish Highlands with an audacious collection of young people who came from all over the world to join an expedition to the misty Isle of Skye. I was the oldest woman on the tour so the title was appropriate. What was more surprising was that I liked the label – it was catchy, spirited and encompassed the next stage in my life. It was my turn to grow old. I stood at Glencoe, breathing the chilled air, memorizing, for future recall, the rugged terrain covered with proverbial heather. There was certainty in my thoughts. This was going to be my most profound and daring adventure.

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