Monthly Archives: February 2012

On my own

I thought for a long time whether or not I should make a post about what I’m about to tell you.

When I started this blog in June of 2010 I didn’t expect it to go very far. I thought maybe I would tire after a few weeks and give up like so many other things I’ve tried to do. But I didn’t. And I’m still here. I’m still here because I’ve been true to myself and have been true to readers.

I’ve been full of negativity lately, I haven’t been posting as a result. If you look back on some of my postings from previous months you’ll notice the name Aaron pop up a lot. He was my common law husband for the past 4 years. We’ve been seperated now for a while.

Some people say a blog is no place to discuss personal things such as break ups – my response to that?  Don’t read my blog then. I post all sorts of things on here because this blog is a little piece of me. Or more so, a huge piece of me.

I wish I could tell you that it ended well and that I’m okay, but I’m not really. This is going to take a while. But I want to tell you so that it’s finalized for me. I’ve been going through so many different feelings but I need to stop what I’m doing to myself and reclaim my brain.

And hey, seeing as how I’m breaking blog-code already with relationship stuff, I might as well throw in a cliché. “Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Right? I hope so.

Hopefully next time I write it will be something more upbeat, or at least have some sweet photos.

M.

Arts and Crafts.

Arts: the class of objects subject to aesthetic criteria; works of art collectively, as paintings, sculptures, or drawings: a museum of art; an art collection.

Crafts: an art, trade, or occupation requiring special skill, especially manual skill: the craft of a mason.

I like arts & crafts.

Newest project. I call it my ‘happy frame’.

What you need to know about a Labrador child

Labrador winters are harsh and sometimes uninviting, but you can never take Labrador from the heart of any child, man or woman who rides the rugged terrain on a snowmobile. It is in our blood.

I feel the need to make comment about a recent situation that has made national headlines. A 14-year-old boy from Makkovik Labrador who went missing on his snowmobile and was found frozen to death on the ice.

From what news organizations have been reporting, when this boy had gone missing his parents instantly began a search with members of the community. I have no doubt what-so-ever that they did everything humanly possible to find their child. Yes, I say their, because we all know that in this province the community raises a child.

Canada’s DND didn’t respond right away. It is said it’s because of weather. I won’t make any direct comments regarding that because I –nor anyone else- may never know the exact reasoning as to why these search and rescue helicopters didn’t make it to the scene.  But one can’t help but question that these aircrafts are certainly better equipped then the regular old chopper that takes workers back and forth to mining operations and fishing expeditions.

I’m responding to this situation not as a reporter, but as a concerned Labradorian. This could have been my little cousin. This could have been my best friends child. This could have been anyone.

I know from having lived in Labrador for 20 years of my life that the weather is anything but predictable. I know that I’ve been riding my own snowmobile since I was 13-years-old. It’s a right of passage and a way of life in small communities – you can’t dismiss it if you haven’t lived it.

To anyone casting blame over the parents in this situation – shame on you. Do you let your child go outside your door to ride a bike to school, to take the bus to school, to walk to their grandparents house? Yeah you do. Anything can happen at any time, this couldn’t have been predicted.

Accidents happen. Tragic accidents happen. Instead of casting blame over something that nobody would have dreamed to happen, try having a little sympathy. Walk a cold mile in young Burton Winters shoes.