I contemplated spending Christmas Eve with just the little guy and I in our new house. We would’ve just walked over to the old house in the morning and spent the day with rest of the family. I’m glad we didn’t.
Daily Musings 97 “comfort and joy”

I contemplated spending Christmas Eve with just the little guy and I in our new house. We would’ve just walked over to the old house in the morning and spent the day with rest of the family. I’m glad we didn’t.
On this 9th last day of 2020 I give thanks for stopping to look at plants and smell flowers. Plants and flowers were a major part of my little guy and I’s year. while he was admiring and learning the names of every plant and flower we crossed paths with (seriously, we had to stop and examine almost every plant and flower that we saw during our walks and bike rides), I was finally becoming the plant parent I’d always dreamed of becoming.
My cousin brother, Chef Andre from MasterChef Canada Season 6, dropped off some freshly baked “Andre’s Hardo Bread” this evening and I’m so thankful. Like, it was still warm, y’all!
I spoke my gratitude for this years blessings out loud for the universe to hear my voice. It’s been painful and rough sometimes, but there’s a lot I’m happy and intent on leaving behind with 2020, but I won’t deny its also been beautiful.
One of the highlights of the 2019-2020 school year was being accepted into a leadership program with my teacher’s union for BIPoC (Black, Indigenous, people of colour) women in Ontario. Only 20 women are accepted for the program each year and I’d applied once or twice in the past, but wasn’t successful. Finally, it was my turn, my time. Or so I thought.
Today is the last day of school before the break. Baby boy had to isolate for 10 days due to cold symptoms which means mama's gotta stay home. Since I've been away from my students all week, I decided to do a quick google meet with them during snack time. I'm glad I did because after the break we may be under a full lockdown again. Likely, if last spring is any indication, I won't see many of my students faces again. Not for a while, anyway.
Lately, baby boy and I have added a four minute yoga session by Moovlee Monkey to his bedtime routine. Sometimes I’m the only one doing it, but I’m not complaining. More often than not, it’s the only movement my body does for the day, and it feels so good. It’s amazing what goodness can be packed into four minutes.
If there’s one thing this pandemic has given us (me), it’s time....time to think, reflect, learn and maybe even grow if paying attention.
I’ve always loved the moon. As I age, my love for the moon increases, especially as I watch my little guys fascination grow.
It feels like ages since I’ve walked or run, and I miss it dearly (cold country problems). But I find comfort in knowing that I can reflect on July fondly as the start of healthy habits (even if short-lived). I started walking daily for at least 30 minutes for 21 days. While walking I listened to the GirlTrek podcast, Black History Boot Camp: walking meditation.