1997 to 1998

Sleigh Ride (Dec 1997)

This time of the year reminds me to take out my winter woollens and to make arrangements with family or friends for the Christmas holidays. It’s a time to slow down a little and finish my indoor projects, and maybe even get time to read a book or meditate… both of which I have had little time for lately and do miss. Both buildings are now ready for action. We have Krista, Kelly and Mike opening a Metaphysical Book and Gift Store with a Juice and Coffee Bar, next door. It will be shared with a craft collective that sells unique locally-crafted gifts. In our new building we still have room for a Doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Acupuncturist and a Colon Therapist … if you know of anyone who would like to be part of our developing community, please pass on the message. The front cover photograph shows our […Read More]

Reflections (Feb 1998)

A sunset on Kalum Lake during one of the long days of the northern winters, near Terrace, BC. A time of reflection, slowing down and enjoying nature’s beauty. For many, many years I forgot what that felt like. Being a responsible adult to me meant being busy with little time to enjoy the moment. I ate my food quickly, so that I could get my To Do List done. Taking time to notice my breathing and staying in my body feeling the subtle feelings was something I never thought of. My mind had lots of things it liked to remind me To Do, usually quite repeatively. Trying to figure out why I don’t digest food has forced me to slow down, taking time to breathe especially when I eat. It was not a comfortable feeling and I was surprized at how much tension I was holding in my belly as […Read More]

A Family Outing (Mar 1998)

A canoe ride on Kalum Lake with the family, including Aunt Cathy holding my youngest brother Donny, then me, followed by my five brothers with Dad bringing up the rear. Mom was taking the photograph that is on this month’s front cover. We weren’t wearing life jackets in the photo for they were scarce and expensive when I was a kid. Our canoe was made in the States, with a guarantee not to capsize: it was designed for heavy loads and up to seven people. I can remember my Dad returning from a hunting trip once with only an inch or two of the bow above the water … he had it loaded with two moose. It was painted bright yellow to match the school bus that was used to move my family from the United States to Rosswood, BC. The letters CTDPAPBMD painted at the front of the canoe […Read More]

Finding Balance (Apr 1998)

Another family photograph, this time out in the woods, our playground. A time when the river overran the banks and we had to cross over walking the logs. We learned not to look down at the moving water but to focus on where we were going, testing each step carefully before taking the next. As a child I remember this being fun, for I always loved a dare. I considered myself equal to my brothers in the fact that I was able to learn fast and enjoyed the challenge. As we got older the logs got smaller, but learning balance was a thrill and still is. Homesteading in Canada’s north in the 1960’s meant no power, no TV, no corner stores, etc. My dad learned to be a logger, the only job that paid well back then. Mom cooked, cleaned, fixed things and every second week drove back and forth […Read More]

Like Mother, Like Daughter (May 1998)

Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers and to all women who are involved with raising children. With each generation, it is becoming easier and harder to ‘be true to thine own self.’ Today it is TV, magazines and peer pressure that influence people. In my Mother’s day, it was the church, men and lack of societal support systems which kept women in their place. Birthing seven children, Mom had little time for self-development or awareness but still her uniqueness shone through, and for that I give her credit and a special thanks from deep within my heart. It wasn’t easy thirty to forty years ago, but her Mom and Grandma Kost were both amazing women and Grandma provided a role model for her as Mom has been for me. Looking at this month’s front cover photo of Mom and me standing in front of her home-on-wheels, loaded with two canoes, […Read More]

Washing the Dishes (Jun 1998)

Two photographs this month, one of Dad pouring cold water into a copper pot so that once the water was heated, it could be used for washing faces and dishes. Soap was whatever we had on hand. Sometimes it was left-over slivers of hand soap, sometimes it was the liquid from a squeeze bottle. One year, Mom tried to make soap from a big old bear that had lots of fat. She rendered it, boiled it and added lye to it, but it didn’t take out the bear smell. I can’t remember if we used all that soap or gave some of it away. The other photograph is of Paul and me doing the dishes, as we were the in-between kids. The older boys had other important things to do and the little ones didn’t have the motor skills or concentration necessary to stay on task for the hour. I […Read More]

Aiming High (Jul 1998)

Life on the farm was not always work, especially if company came. Mom always enjoyed having the nuns from town come out for the afternoon to play. They were game for just about anything, including baiting their own hooks if we went fishing for the day, looping their skirts up into their waistband if we were going for a mountain hike, or getting serious if it was a day to practise shooting a gun or bow and arrow as shown on this month’s front cover photo. As I gaze at the photograph I wonder about the gifts that were given to me by having this group of people in my life. Feeling connected to God is part of it. Seeing both sides of these women helped broaden my horizons for it was quite a contrast; the strict, controlled, do-it-perfectly side, and the let- it-fly-in-the-wind side. At Rosswood, many boundaries were […Read More]

Sweety Face Our Cow (Sep 1998)

Living in the country, forty miles from the nearest town on a bumpy gravel road, it wasn’t always possible to keep milk cold till we got home and during the hot summer, the creek wasn’t always high or cold enough so that it didn’t turn sour. My Mom was taught that children needed to drink milk, so after that first summer of not being able to provide it for us, she decided she wanted a cow. She had met a man who was selling his land and just wanted to get rid of his Ol’ Betsy. She mooed and bayed as Grandad pushed her up the ramp into the back of the old school bus. For good luck the old farmer threw in a few chickens and a pig. Mom had to stop at the post office on the way home. She made it a quick one for the chickens […Read More]

Sunday Morning Pancakes (Oct 1998)

Seems like so much happens between each writing … each time I sit down to type, I ask myself, “Where do I start? Where am I at in my life? Recently I made the comment to Betty Nickerson, as I drove her to the airport, that I seem to work best while I am in the middle of process. She had remarked on how well the Wise Woman Weekend was organized. I thanked her, for it was a special weekend of incredible networking and educating people that there are choices and the first step is being aware of them. To her and the 160 women who attended, it opened up the possibilities of growth, freedom and love of themselves. For me it was a time to process deeply. With that many woman appreciating and showing their love with hugs and words, it was easy for me to sink into myself, […Read More]