Berries, berries
I love you so.
I love to sit
And watch you grow.

I pick you off
Your leafy stem.
You glis­ten like
A shiny gem.

I eat you up,
So ripe and sweet.
Your fleshy bits,
My favorite treat!

Sometimes I like
To squish you up.
And eat your sauce
When I do sup.

I like to think
That I’m a bear.
Steal my berries?
Thieves beware!

I’ll for­age here,
I’ll for­age there.
I’ll find berries
Most any­where!

Tonight I’ll bake
Them in a pie.
A slice or two
I’ll have to try.

With my tummy,
Plein de berry.
My dreams I’m sure
Will be most merry.

Help Fight Hunger

This morning, I was invited to be a part of a focus group through Healthy Brandon. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, but I jumped at the chance to be a part of a meeting at City Hall. Two days in a row now I’ve been admitted through the powerful doors into the Councillor’s Meeting Room. Heavy oak desks and tall windows watching over our conversations, just as I’m sure they had with others, countless times before. I left today feeling energized, my mind racing over the issues we had discussed. My thoughts brimming and overlapping as I walked the few blocks home for lunch. Within minutes of sitting down, my notebook was out, my pen scratching ideas down quickly for fear of losing them. My brain consumed by ways to change things, ways to help.

The Road To Enlightenment

This morning, for the first time, I walked to work from my new apartment.

As luck would have it, we were able to find a place (Ok, a perfect place) within four blocks to my office. One block is uphill (hard to believe on the prairies, I know) and the other three take me down one of the main downtown corridors. My walk took me no more than five minutes, but I was amazed at the mood that I arrived with. I sat down at my desk with a grin on my face and actually said something to myself along the lines of Let’s get to it! (Not normal)

Hungry For Change

July has me exhausted, and we’re only on day four.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my plan to eat healthy and be more physically active this month. So far, half of that is under way. Over the weekend, my husband and I moved from our second and third story apartment into our new third story apartment. Both of which are elevator-free. If I had to roughly estimate just how many stairs I’ve climbed over the past week, I’d put it at somewhere in the neighborhood of 2,500. Of course, not just my legs got a workout. My whole body put in a full effort each day until I literally collapsed each night from absolute exhaustion. Although it was physically grueling, I was proud of my strong muscles for carrying my life from one home to another.