The Afternoon of Life: A Time for Reflection and Growth
“Thoroughly unprepared, we take the step into the afternoon of life. Worse still, we take this step with the false presupposition that our truths and our ideals will serve us as hitherto. But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the program of life’s morning, for what was great in the morning will…
Celebrating International Women’s Day with The Famous Five
“Never explain, never retract, never apologize. Just get the thing done and let them howl.” Nellie McClung In celebration of International Women’s Day 2024, l am remembering the contribution of Canada’s Famous Five. These remarkable women, Emily Murphy, Nellie McClung, Louise McKinney, Irene Parlby, and Henrietta Muir Edwards, made significant contributions in the fight for…
Frances Discusses Loneliness
Why are we able to discuss solitude, but have concerns about mentioning loneliness? This was the question that my mother, Frances, and I discussed this week. My father passed over 12 years ago. Was my mother lonely? Loneliness is often viewed as a more sensitive and vulnerable topic compared to solitude or the inner journey.…
T’was the Night Before Christmas
Reading “T’was the Night Before Christmas” year after year, has been a tradition in our family for many years. Clement Clarke Moore’s most famous poem, “A Visit from St. Nicholas”, is also known as “T’was the Night Before Christmas”. The poem was first published anonymously in 1823 and later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore. The words…
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Welcome to Clanmother
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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