Ask Me If I Missed Them...

I meant to post this on Wednesday morning as soon as I skipped home from the bus stop. Tuesdays, I work outside the house, so Wednesday was really the first day of freedom to work in an empty house.

I’ve got 85% of the web site ready in iWeb to transfer over to Adobe GoLive next week and it is looking SO much better than the stuff I could design in the other programs! Unfortunately, I’ve also had some tests scheduled this week that took me away from the computer. After fasting overnight, I got down to the blood lab this morning for another round of bloodwork and the room was packed! I was there for over 2 hours and pretty faint by the time I left since my 8 hour fast was more like 12! I headed right for somewhere to get breakfast. Beware of Hungry Dragons!

Now our family is off to a wonderful overnight retreat on the coast. My kids can’t wait to roast marshmallows over the campfire tonight and hunt on the beach for beach glass tomorrow, especially with the weatherman calling for weather in the 28-32 degree range (84-88 degrees F) This may be one of the last nice summer weekends. I actually had to cover my tomatoes a few nights ago when we had a frost warming!

As much as I love my family, I much prefer an empty, quiet house in which to create... and skip about madly when no one is looking!

SO Close......

Happy Labour Day everyone!!

After months of wanting to just beat my head against the computer screen, I am filled with hope again! I have spent the better part of the weekend rebuilding my website for the 4th time this summer and patching it between two programs... doing the layout in iWeb which is more visual drag and drop (but limited in terms of customizing code since I don't have the newest version on my system) then reworking the files in Adobe GoLive which is MUCH more complicated than I first expected it to be but will have all the rollover features for mousing that I need the portfolios and new needlework sections to have.

I am still feeling slightly cross-eyed from more hours on the computer than my hands are comfy with... but it LOOKS so good. I just hope the code works as I start adding all the hyper links in GoLive so that I can get this up and running as soon as possible for all you patient Dragon Dreams fans.

Here’s a quick peek at the little dragon that will grace the stitching part of the site. Start thinking of a nickname for her... him... it... that’s one of the first contests once everything is up live. Don’t post them in the comments though or someone may steal your great idea!

Now, I need to dial my Canadian Idol votes in...

Wii Madness!!!

Ok.... so last week the Nintendo Wii was on sale at 3 major retailers here in Moncton last week and they were all having price wars with each other. We turned in all of our Zellers Club Z points and got $80.00 off the best price in town... so I talked the family into getting a Wii for my birthday next week.

Since we’re also going to be away next weekend at a church event, I talked them into letting me open my present a week or so early!

What a riot!! The girls and I spent the whole afternoon building our Miis and trying out the sporting games that came with the system. Then, when my Mom and John came for supper tonight, we made grandparent Miis for them.

We spent a whole hour playing Brain Academy as a family and my daughters ROCK!! I’m still the highest score in the family (the Dragon says ever so smugly!) but now after a bit of bowling and tennis with Nick, my hands hurt again.

I am typing this carefully in the basement while the upper floor shakes with Nick doing his boxing levels.

This is going to be GOOD CARDIO!!!

It Was Worth It...

I wish those who shared patterns illegally could understand just how much work goes into a design. It is over a year later than when I first hoped to release Santa’s Dragon and has been the most complicated design that I have ever created, as well as the largest.

Sore hands, late nights, fabric changes, braid colour changes etc. were all worth it when I walked into my LNS yesterday with the framed model and watched a bunch of stitchers gasp in delight.

Here for all you blog readers to see is the first peek at DD-98 Santa’s Dragon which will officially be released on September 25th when Sue Hillis and her cruise of stitchers jaunt into Moncton for the day while their boat is docked in Saint John. The bait of a wonderful cross stitch shop just an hour and a half away was enough for them to make the road trip. I can’t wait to meet some of them at Because You Count between 11:30 and 1:30!

Knowing that there were some people ready to steal this design as soon as it came out really made it hard to continue at some points when my hands and spirit were weary. Then I read a quote that spoke right to my very soul.

“Once you accept an artistic assignment from the great Creator, it’s yours. Nobody can take it away from you, unless, of course, you relinquish it. Nobody can duplicate your work because there’s no one in the world like you. They can imitate, but they can’t duplicate. Your work is born of your sensibilities, temperament, experience, emotion, passion, perseverance, attention to detail, idiosyncrasies and eccentricities. When you are authentic, so is your art.” -Sarah Ban Breathnach, Simple Abundance

Pattern sharers may steal this design, but that is a risk that I have to be willing to take, even though what they are doing is WRONG. This design is one that I have wrestled with more than any other and one that comes from deep within. It is time to let it be seen by the world and hopefully be enjoyed by those who stitch it. I know it was worth it...

Now I just have to finish checking over the chart to make sure it matches the finished model. That’s one of perks and frustrations of being a designer that makes boo-boos as she stitches. If it still looks good in the model, I can just change the chart!

Moving Parents...

They’re here! My Mom & John arrived late Thursday night with their van loaded to the gills and the moving truck showed up at their new house this morning at 8:30 am! It was a horrid, wet day that made the job more than a bit damp for the moving crew. By 2 in the afternoon, the boxes and furniture were all moved in and Mom & John collapsed for a nap. Our family went over to bring Chinese take-out for supper and help unpack a few boxes. To say that the girls are giddy with delight at having them less than a block from our house would be a GREAT understatement!!

Having four of the eight grandparents (both Nick and I have parents who divorced and remarried) will be heaven for our girls, especially when I am away in Toronto in October at the Creativfestival. I just found out that that Thursday and Friday are holidays from school for the kids while the teachers have professional development sessions, so it would have been dicey to find a sitter!

Looking around at how many boxes of stuff Mom & John have really made me more determined than ever to get rid of “unnecessary stuff”. I think that this shall be my challenge for the next few weeks as I get my office back to rights once school goes back. I am sure that our church rummage sale could use more objects!

Yay! They’re here at last after a whole summer of house hunting, house finding and back and forths. Welcome Home!!

Best of Times...Worst of Times...

When it comes to opening lines for novels, one of my favourites has always been from Charles Dickens A Tale Of Two Cities which begins “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...” How that has summed up this summer.

Our family visit to PEI was one of the highlights. My brother and his family jaunted over from Switzerland to join my Mom, my stepfather and our family in a 100 year old farmhouse right by the ocean.

We collected seashells, built a mermaid in the sand, boiled our own lobsters and made lots of family memories.



But somewhere along the line, I got bit by a few things...



And then things got a little dicey...



Thank goodness for modern medicine, potent antibiotics and bed rest! I have my ankle back, but we’re still running tests for a few things because deep down inside, I just don’t feel quite right or back to normal. I’m also having problems with my hands that has made drawing, typing and stitching very painful for the past few weeks. A scary prospect for an artist to say the least. It may be a left over reaction to one of the anti-inflammatories that they tried to bring the swelling down on my ankle... or the strong antibiotic.


Life marches on however and today the house is blissfully silent as everyone else is out the door for a few hours. I finally have the time, the energy and enough nimbleness of finger to blog again and try to catch up on e-mail.

First of all, thank you for the kind messages that flooded my inbox. Nick tried to keep ahead of downloading them for me when I found it hurt to hold the mouse. I’m sorry I kept silent and worried you, but for a few weeks there... I wasn’t sure what I was going to have to say. “The dragon’s foot needs surgery” or “The dragon’s claws aren’t working anymore...” were both incredibly scary prospects to even think about, let alone write about. But it did give me time for a lot of thinking.

Creativity is not just something that we celebrate with our hands... though that is one of the funniest ways to do so in my opinion. It also comes from our heads, our hearts and our lives.

I am still struggling with the codes to get the website to do what I want for the new look (partly because spending any great length of time on keyboard or mouse is still a bit hurt) but it is getting there. I am hoping that things will be ready after Labour Day, so one month late isn’t too bad. I know it will be a bit of a surprise for everyone to see the changes and to learn how Dragon Dreams is evolving a bit, but I think you’ll enjoy some of the fun!

In the meantime, I’m going to try to blog in small burst and start sharing new with the world again. Thanks for all the sympathy and patience!

Out of Commission For A Few Days At Least!

The timing on this is horrid... and so has my reaction been to some bugs on PEI. I got SO many bites around one ankle that my whole foot got swollen, hot and very red. I made it back to New Brunswick and they have slapped me on massive doses of antibiotics, anti-inflamatories and told me to stay in bed with my foot up to keep this from spreading! The doctor even drew a dotted line on my foot and told me to get to the hospital if the redness goes beyond that point...

So, I snuck down to post this, but I am going to be out of action for a few days. Sorry to all those of you waiting for the great unveiling. I will activate everything as soon as I can.

The Dragon Is Escaping!

Not that I haven’t been silent lately... but the Dragon is escaping from blogging and other work for a week or so while my brother is here visiting with his family from Switzerland. After all the family chaos of the past few months and all of the grueling home renovation projects in the last 2 weeks, I need some family time. I need to get away from my computer and go stick my toes in the sand. I need to watch a few sunsets and hug my niece and nephew a few hundred times before they go back so far away.

I’ve done a LOT of soul searching while I’ve been moving all that mud and sod out in the backyard. I’ve done a lot of praying lately about which step I am supposed to take next in this creative journey that is my life. Cross stitch remains a passion, but it just isn’t enough any more. I am SO tired of closing down sites, jumping through hoops to prove that my work has been infringed upon when a pirate has such an easy time creating the site in the first place. I am also very tired of sounding like a broken record in my blog.

When the site opens up again in August, I know that some people will be surprised and others will be disappointed. Nothing stays the same forever and I made myself a very important promise when I first began to design over a dozen years ago that I would be a POSITIVE force in the industry instead of a grumpy one. I have also realized that there comes a time when you have to take a stand and draw that line in the sand to say “This is WRONG!” It is sad to think that many of the honest stitchers out there are going to suffer when it is a smaller minority that have done such huge damage to our industry in the past 6 years... but I am going to find special ways to encourage those honest stitchers in different ways. That is what change and creativity is all about.

Please be patient with me over the next 2 weeks as I get away from it all before making some big changes. Enjoy the sunshine, finish up those craft projects that you’ve been neglecting and then check back with the Dragon in August for some fun ways to boost your creativity!!

She’s Grown Up So Much In Just A Week!

Friday morning we headed down to King's Landing Historical Settlement in Fredericton with Bethany to pick Erin up. She’d been down there since Monday morning as a Visiting Cousin where they are assigned to one of the family houses of the village, dress in period garb and learn activities or do chores from that era as well as attend school for 2 hours a day. I knew that it would be a wonderful, enriching experience for her... but I wasn’t quite prepared and how much she’d grown up and changed in just a week!!



King’s Landing is one of the most beautiful attractions in our province where you can watch history come alive all around you. We’ve been down several times with the girls as tourists and it was getting to hold the reins on a wagon ride back to the main entrance last summer that first got Erin interested in the Visiting Cousin program.



Bethany was both eager and regretful when it came time to go get Erin. She has missed her sister a lot, but she also enjoyed being an only child for 5 days! She and Nick posed for my camera on our way down to the Ingram Barn which also doubles as a theater.



When we dropped Erin off on Monday, we’d learned that she would be Erin Lint for the week, one of 4 daughters in the household. Friday, on our way to the barn for the 1 pm presentation, we decided to stop by the Lint House to see where she’d been working and eating her main meal each day. We arrived just as they were finishing up their meal and surprised both Erin and her “sisters”. In fact, the very first comment was “OH! So THAT’S why you’re so tall!!” as Nick and I stooped to avoid the stove pipe!

How much more self-assured Erin seemed at first as she moved about the room doing her chores and gathering her dishes... but then with a twinkle, a squeal and a hug, she didn’t seem all that different. She even managed to have part of her braid come undone and Mother Lint had to fix it for her before their performance.



Each group of the 21 children put on a small skit. They all took part in some period dancing, recited a poem that they memorized during their school time, introduced themselves in character and sang “God Save The Queen” together. After the presentations, we were given an hour with our children to tour some of the village that we hadn’t seen and returned to the Lint house to sample some of the baking Erin and her sisters had done that week. Here is the hearth where they helped cook the meals...



One of the houses had running water... but not theirs!



Some of the wealthier houses boasted beautiful pantries like this one...



Erin loved the archway in the hedge to the lovely garden behind the Ingram house...



Finally, we met up with all of the other Visiting Cousins as they gathered for one last treat. After a week of walking around the entire village on foot, they were given a wagon ride through the village back to their dorm to change back into this century’s clothes and say their goodbyes.



It was a wonderful experience for her. She woke each morning at 6:30 to do farm chores before breakfast, milked a cow, churned butter, gathered eggs from the chickens, dipped candles, wrote with a quill pen and ink, tried needlepoint and dying wool, helped prepare the main meal each day and do household chores as children of that era would have. She learned that potato bugs sizzle when you throw them into the fire, that weeds grow faster than crops, that sheep can get amorous, that baby pigs are adorable, that skirts rip at the hem if you step on them, that writing with ink and a quill pen is very messy, that there wasn’t really a ghost haunting one of the washrooms, that not having a watch or seeing a clock most days is not necessarily a bad thing and that she has made some wonderful memories that will last a lifetime.

I discovered that my daughter is spreading her own wings a bit and learning new things. I must remember not to hold on too tightly when it comes time to let her fly.

Stitch & Ditch...

Nick is away at a conference for a few days and I never sleep well when he is away, even when I am totally EXHAUSTED! Why has the dragon been so silent lately? Here’s what happened.

First of all, Mum and John did find a house less than a block from ours and have now gone home to pack like fiends. Yay!! By the end of August, they should be surrounded by boxes in their new house trying to decide where everything goes.

Secondly, I have been stitching my little claws off until very late most nights but there was a project that demanded our attention due to all the massive thunderstorms that we’ve had on an almost daily basis. One week ago, the storms were so bad that I actually unplugged all my computers. We woke up to a huge crash around 2 am and the whole sky was light up with almost continuous flashes of heat lightning and actual fork lightning. Nick’s school got hit that night and the ventilation system on the roof was totally fried!! The poor custodians have to wait to wax all the floors and do any painting or they will be absolutely stoned! As the lightning crashed around us, I remembered a statistic that said you were 10 times more likely to be hit by lightning that to win a lottery in your lifetime... and I had just purchased my tickets that night. I lay in bed thinking “I don’t care about winning the lotto- just don’t let our house get zapped!”

Because of all the torrential rains we’ve had, Nick and I decided that fixing the drainage problems in our back yard had just become top priority. While he finished the last few days of school, I dug up the old drain tile that we put in over a dozen years ago leading to our front yard and then extended it all the way down to the road.



Next, Nick and I found where the old drain tile curved around in the backyard so that we could add a T joint and the new drain tile to run around the whole perimeter of our back yard. The main idea is to catch most of the water trying to run into our yard from all the other properties (we are the low spot on Highmeadow) before it reaches that window under the deck that leads directly to my office!!

Nick was a trench-digging fiend on Tuesday before he headed off to his conference yesterday afternoon and managed to complete the trench all around the backyard. We bought the drain tile on the weekend and had it coiled up in our yard all ready to go.

This morning, I dropped Bethany off at day camp, picked up Erin’s knee socks that she will need to dress in period costume all next week at her camp and bought a nice floppy garden hat to keep me safe from the high UV index. Don’t I look stylish??



Erin insisted on capturing the moment before I got down to the tasks at hand.



First, I got the T joint spliced into the original drain tile with the help of our next door neighbour.



Then, the nice dump truck man deposited 4 tonnes of gravel on our driveway so that I could start placing the drain tile. What a big pile of rocks to move all by myself!!



The next task was to place a few inches of gravel, one wheelbarrow load at a time, along the bottom of the trench and check to make sure that everything was slanted the right way.



Luckily the breeze made it feel cooler than it was, but it was still hot, dusty work. I did 3.5 hours this morning and then another 1.5 hours tonight to get the trench base filled, the drain tile measured and laid and some of those trenches filled in for the next band of rain which may hit overnight.

By the end of the evening, I had the whole left side of my garden trench filled in with gravel over the drain tile.



I even got the back curve done where we will be extending that bed slightly once our loads of topsoil arrive. (Right now, my shoulders don’t even want to think about that!!!)



Of course, I still have plenty of work cut out for me tomorrow as I space and fill along the back of the property ...



and down the right hand side...



In the end, it will be worth it. This is what SWEAT EQUITY is all about. I am also going to have cut biceps and shoulders worthy of She-Hulk by the end of this gardening adventure!

I kept a little tally with rocks for every wheelbarrow full of gravel that I moved today. Those tiny rocks don’t seem to do the sweat justice.



But, as I headed in to shower yet again and get the girls to bed, it did seem that the pile of gravel was a bit smaller than it had been this morning. PLEASE tell me that it looks smaller!?!!



Time to take a few ibuprofen and tuck myself into bed! I don’t think I could hold a needle tonight if I even tried!

THE GREAT HOUSE HUNT...

Today is not only the last full day of school for the kids, it is also Day Two of the Great House Hunt. My Mom and Stepfather, John, are here to hunt for a house now that their house in Sherbrooke is in the process of being sold. The hope to be all moved down here before the fall. It is an exciting time, yet not without a sense of bittersweetness. I really do consider myself a Maritimer now, after almost 25 years of living in the area. I may have been born in Montreal, Quebec... but once Mom and John move down here, there will be very little reason for me to visit that province again.

The first day of summer has started with rain, but my poor vegetable garden really needs the steady, gentle rain. I also need more time to stitch and catch up on paperwork, so perhaps this is a good thing. All too soon, the kids and Nick will be underfoot wanting to take a break for the summer... and I will have to still do work around them. If the weather is nice, I may choose to do most of it at night!

Happy Father’s Day!

Sometimes, pictures can say more than words, especially when you are an illustrator. I decided to put together a special book for my Dad this year and thought I also needed to post some of the words and pictures here because it will be a few weeks until he can hold the actual book in his hands.


From the very beginning, you taught me to reach for the stars. You taught me to dream the impossible, to keep reaching for the stars... even if it meant going up on my tiptoes. I have kept that sense of wonder alive even as I grew.


You sang a song to my heart. My earliest memories are of your voice singing the Lord’s Prayer to me at night or Scarlet Ribbons. You taught me how to sing in harmony on car trips and I still pick out the tenor line of harmony whenever possible.


When I rode on your shoulders, I felt taller than the trees themselves. It felt as if I could brush the clouds with my fingertips and stare down at everything from the lofty perch of sitting on my daddy’s shoulders... shoulders that were so much higher than anyone else's!


One summer, you built that sandbox in our backyard. It was hard work and I can remember you coming in from the heat and sunshine to swig half the can of black olive juice before heading out to pound more nails. I was SO proud to play in the sandbox that my daddy had made for us.


You instilled in us a love of traveling and adventure. From the moment I stepped off the plane to visit you in Hawaii that first summer, I felt as if I was coming home somehow. When you found out how much I love the plumeria flowers, you made sure that every lei I ever had on the islands after that had those flowers in it.


You walked me down the aisle. When it came time to make a life with the man I had fallen in love with, you walked beside me down the aisle to meet him, tall and proud as I held your arm. Everyone could see where I got my height and I doubt my feet touched the ground that morning.


The love continues. You’ve given my daughters memories and gifts that they will treasure all their lives. They sleep with Monster and Erin Bear every night, read and reread the books you’ve sent and savour the memories of knowing their “BobDoc” despite the miles.

It hasn’t always been easy. I can remember a Father’s Day almost 30 years ago when you told us that you were leaving and I thought my world would shatter, but instead it grew and expanded in ways that I never dreamed of then. My life has indeed been richer for all the experiences.

You have no idea how much I admire your courage as you battle the latest challenge that has been thrown your way. I know that all you are is MUCH stronger than the cancer they found inside you and that your spirit will fight this darkness with all that you have.

This Father’s Day, more than any in 29 years, I needed you tell you how much I love you and to remind everyone out there to hug their dads!

Happy Birthday Owen!

Two years ago, I pulled the kids out of school for a week and took the train up to see Mom and John in Sherbrooke, Quebec. Erin was in a 4/5 split class and the Grade 5 students were writing a provincial Math assessment, so I thought she would learn more French during a week in Quebec than in someone else’s class with the 5 other Grade 4 students from that class. While we were there, Owen Aikman was born half a world away in Switzerland.

I have only held my nephew on one occasion, which is a sad reality when family is so far flung. This summer, however, I will get to play with him, build sandcastles on the beach with him and soak up lots of Aunty Dragon moments as my brother Dave, his wife Anne, my niece Juliette and little Owen come to visit for 2 weeks and we all head to PEI for a week.

I cannot wait! Owen may not remember much about this summer as he grows older, but I know that Juliette will indeed. At 6, she can make memories that will last and enjoy cousinhood so much more than when we saw her almost 2 years ago. Thank goodness for sales on Memory cards because I intend to take a HUGE amount of pictures to get me though those times when I can’t hug them in person.

I can’t believe you are two already Owen! Your mommy tells me that you are about the height of an average 4 year old. I just love our family genetics at work!!! I am counting the days until I can hug your whole family in person!!!

I’m A Sandwich!

Honestly... this is getting a bit ridiculous! Last night was totally crazy because I came home from leading my evening Weight Watchers meeting and checked the calendar to see a little “note to self” that the cakes were due today for the Family Fun Day Cake Walk at the girls’ school tomorrow. With a groan, I pulled out the cake pans and started to bake. I really do LOVE my new convection oven! Trying to cook 6 cake halves at a time was a bit of a challenge until I took out the middle of the 3 racks because the rising cakes were threatening to bake around the rack! I was in the middle of icing them at almost 11 pm when the phone rang with the latest crisis. Nick’s mom had to be admitted to the hospital here in town!

This morning, I got the girls off to school, did my 6 km walk with my walking partner in record time (stress is good for our speed), iced the last cake, wrapped them up, printed out the gift certificates for the Silent Auction (I donated a logo design and a certificate for stress-free holiday baking) and put some pamper items in a basket for Nick’s Mum along with a few trashy magazines. I got the cakes and prizes to school, visited her in the hospital and still made it to my 10:30 am dentist appointment where they told me that 4 of my older fillings will have to be replaced this summer, the first two on Monday morning!

If I have learned ONE THING in all of the craziness since March, it is that while you cannot control what life is going to throw at you, you can control how you react to it! I have now learned to go out and walk or weed the garden furiously instead of do something naughty with a tub of haagen-dazs in the basement. If I feel powerless and out of control, there is always a cupboard or drawer to tidy that will give me a sense of order amid life’s chaos.

Suddenly, though, I have become the dragon in the middle of the sandwich...

...with children who are growing faster than the weeds in my garden. They are straining for their independence, still leaving me with much of the chores and seeking reassurance on their terms when the world gets too scary.

...with parents who are suddenly running into health problems, major transitions of their own and other milestones that make me look again at where I am.

I don’t feel that different from when I was 24 and getting married! It is so strange to think that I am older now than my parents were when they got divorced, older than my mother was when she went back to school to become a minister, older than my father was when he lost both his parents...

I just keep sweeping up the crumbs and hope that at least my sandwich is tasty!

Getting Away...

I found a T-Rex in a rock today... a kind of rorschach ink blot test with moss waiting to pounce on me as I walked through the woods, midway through a half day retreat. Can't you see it right there?

Let me back up.

This is a crazy time of year and this year seems crazier than most with all that’s going on. Since I sit on the committee that helped organize this women’s half day retreat, I couldn’t really hide in bed this morning or go with the rest of my family to watch Nick in his Dragon Boat races... so I headed off with all my craft gear in tow and many of the other supplies to a little church right on the edge of town.

I had a WONDERFUL time! I feel so much more recharged than I did this morning and so much more in touch with myself than I have in a long time!



The retreat itself was all about change, new beginnings and learning to live with chaos. Sounds perfect for my life right now. The leader told a wonderful Creation story common to all faiths by looking at where science and faith overlap to sing the proof of a world that did not just happen by accident. The whole timeline was also represented by circles of fabric that stood for different parts of the story. What a perfect thing to get a creative pattern person to look at. At first, I kept thinking about how badly everything was going to clash as all the circles were placed randomly on the floor. Soon I began to see how all of the patterns actually echoed the incredible diversity of culture and species that we have on this marvelous planet of ours. It made me think of this quote:

‘You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.’
Friedrich Nietzsche
German philosopher (1844 - 1900)

So after listening to the Creation story, we headed out into a warm sunny Saturday morning with paint chips to try to find the same colours in Nature. I love a challenge, so instead of taking one, I took quite a few. The textured one was actually the easiest to match...



The brown gave me a bit of trouble until I found some older leaves...



The olive green didn’t quite match the moss, but that was as close as I could come...



The vibrant green was all around me in more vivid shades than my paint chip, but I loved the look of the fern leaves against this chip...



Amid all of this wonderful Nature walk, I found a reminder that really spoke to me. In the middle of a rotting stump where a tree had been cut down many years ago, new life was springing up. Not the same... not as a replacement... but new life none the less.



Life is all about cycles, about endings and beginnings, about new and old, about new possibilities out of something that seems dead. Then on the walk back to the church, I found the dinosaur in moss on the rock. The rest of the retreat was filled with good food, fellowship, hilarious attempts to follow a very gifted yoga leader and the making and trading of ATC (Artist’s Trading Cards) as part of the closing. It was a great day, a teaching day and a reminder about living.

It really is a Circle of Life kind of thing.

What a Guy!

Nick walked into my Weight Watchers meeting this morning on the way back to his school from a meeting at the board office with a lovely bouquet of roses, a hug and this note. Not only did he make me tear up, but half of the ladies in my meeting now think that I am the luckiest leader out there to have such a husband (and they thought he was REALLY cute too!)

At first, everyone thought it was my anniversary. Then I explained that the note said he loved me through all life’s madness, including the chaos of the past few weeks, the pressures of a school year closing and the fact that someone I love (not Nick or the girls, but still family) has cancer.

We have always joked about my husband being a founding member of the “He Can Do No Wrong Club”. That random, special, touching gifts or acts like this add up so many points in his account that when he does mess up, he can’t get blamed because all those good points wipe it out. I think that today just made him a Lifetime member of that club in spades. To see him come through the door on such a busy day for him with those flowers meant more than I will ever be able to put into words... except to keep telling him and showing him right back that I love him too.

You are one in a million, Nick!

Letting Go In Pieces...

I’m not sure if I could actually be pulled in any more directions tonight without shattering... but I am learning from all of this. Each day is a new adventure. I find things to treasure and things to let go.

Erin was in tears tonight over the upcoming Provincial Assessment and wanting everything to be “perfect”. Sigh! This is what happens when two type A personalities breed. She was disappointed with a test that she brought home that was only a 37 out of 40. I kept trying to tell my amazing, wonderful, bright, funny, athletic, empathetic daughter that it was OK and most of it still fell on deaf ears.

“Just do your best!” I urged. “We love you no matter what! Our love has nothing to do with marks or how you look or what you want to be when you grow up.”

“I want my best to be perfect!” she wailed.

I don’t think that there is such a thing here on Earth.

Nick is trying to wrap up his first year as a Principal with a school that is now almost bursting at the seams with enrollment for next year, new teachers to hire and a mountain of paperwork to get done amid all the graduation activities, retiring teacher banquets, end of year meetings etc. I want to help in any way that I can to make his days less stressful... but I cannot walk in his shoes.

I made this little plasticine picture at StoryFest last year. It was fun to play as I chaperoned a bunch of kids from Erin and Bethany’s school. It has sat in our kitchen on the top of a cupboard for a whole year. It has been dropped, dented, squashed, poked etc. Plasticine is fairly forgiving, but it was also gathering dust and slowly getting out of shape. Rather than keep the object itself, I took a good photo of it, remembered the fun I had making it and then let it go into the trash.

You have to know when to hold on, when to let go and when to just wait and see.

How can I teach this lesson to my two girls?

How can I make myself listen when part of me wants to just run around yelling at the top of my lungs that life is not fair?

I have just learned that someone I love very much is going to have to battle cancer. I can only add my strength through prayers and wait. I am not ready to let go.

Time To Reflect...

It has been a busy time, even if the blog has been silent for a bit. It has taken almost 2 weeks for me to really get my strength back after this bout of flu. By the end of each day, I was ready to just crawl into bed. I kept pushing myself to get out for a bit of exercise, but every task felt like it took twice as much energy as usual.

My sister was also here for a visit and we had a wonderful time. Much of the time or topics that I might have spent blogging about were instead great chats with her over mugs of tea, walks in the woods or lunches. I am so lucky to have a sister who is also someone I admire and enjoy spending time with. Whenever Erin and Bethany get bickering, I explain why they need to support each other. “Someday, your sister will be the only other person on the planet who understands how quirky your parents are!” I keep telling them.

Some topics are also just too personal to blog about. I have had a bit of time to reflect about some things going on in my life and I decided that it is not all going to be stuff that I choose to share with the world. I don’t want my blog to be too cerebral... and I would like it to remain fun or funny as well as an insight into the creative mind of one quirky dragon.

With that said, a few of you got decidedly nervous when you went to check the cross stitch part of our website in the past 24 hours. Yup, instead of all the usual info, there was a little dragon wearing a hard hat announcing the renovations that are going on to the site. The cross stitch part of the site has just gotten a bit too unmanageable, especially since our reports show that many of the pages don’t get visited at all.

The Spring Cleaning bug has spilled over into the website as well and hopefully, when the new parts are up and running by August 1st, you will all find it a fun and easier place to explore the cross stitch designs that I have created. That will also be when we unveil DD-98 Santa’s Dragon officially, but shops may be able to order it from Hoffman a bit sooner than that.

Are there any cupboards or closets in your own house that you’ve been avoiding because things threaten to avalanche every time that door opens? Trust me.... it feels GOOD to get rid of some of that clutter!!!