About Me

My name is Christine. I'm a visual artist, musician, traditional storyteller, DV survivor, and have been a fulltime caregiver for an individual living with various diagnoses. After my marriage, I learned how to play various instruments, started exploring various means of creative expression, worked with at-risk teens/families, volunteered with the local crisis lines, participated in starting up a family resource center, completed my BA, furthered my studies towards becoming an art therapist, managed homes for adults living with disabilities, and facilitated therapeutic music/art sessions. I was doing everything I could so my children and I could have a brighter life, present and future. My physical health, however, continued to show evidence of too many chronic stressors over many decades. This blog is about my journey in discovering peace and better health by meeting life in the most basic and, in my opinion, the most rewarding of ways - by focusing on the riches of simplicity. If you're a new visitor to my blog, you might be interested in starting here: Finding the Riches.

Sunday, October 20, 2013


When I opened my eyes this morning, I became aware of seeing the moon shining brightly in the dark sky outside my window. The clarity drew me in like a moth and I felt deeply moved to be experiencing such a meaningful moment.

I feel privileged to live in a place where I'm able to connect with nature when my eyes first open in the morning. Pelicans, geese, seagulls, and the vastness of the sky and clouds have all been part of my morning viewings/focus. The tree branches within an arm's length of my window have provided much visual pleasure through the seasons as they interact with light and wind, and the variety of birds and songs have been heartwarming.

I'm thankful for today's wind. The wind chimes outside have been quiet lately and I've been missing their soul-feeding sounds. I'll plan to go down to the lake later today to see the wind on the water and to feel the wind while walking along. My mom used to tell me that when I was a baby, I'd giggle when the wind would blow in my face. I'm not fond of winter wind that dips into the minus 20s, but there's just something about wind otherwise that feels good somewhere deep in my soul.

We've had an extended autumn this year, for which I'm truly grateful. And today is another colourful, alive, autumn day.

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