technology and I do not go hand in hand.

I have been receiving notifications a visits to my side can I thank you however until today I have been and able to actually get into my site . This is most likely because my host is in the UK and I will soon need to switch over to a European host as brexit looms. All I am hoping is that you are safe, calm, content , and ready to move ahead as the Age of Aquarius is upon us.

It is interesting that at the age of 63, I am still repeating lessons, with regards to to patience. I have had a broken ankle karma had the same ankle be broken again in require surgery, had a shoulder replacement karma and lately go on my knee while training someone by a video and had a giant hematoma which required 3 to 4 months of rest. I am learning to take this rest in stride as it must mean that I need to pause and look somewhere else in my life to be busy and I am using abstract art as my fill in occupation. I suppose we can all learn something new or keep repeating the same lesson over and over as that is probably what our time on earth is all about. Have a great day

The move is on

In the cold of winter, on the east coast of Canada, on the morning of January 20, 2010, with a snow storm raging outside and a temperature of minus 20 celcius, I bundled up our three dogs and two cats, with my two suitcases in a rental van and drove 2.5 hours from Grand Barachois, to Halifax International Airport.

As we left our sleepy french acadien village, I took the leftover blankets we had been camping in our home with (our container had been packed and shipped in November of 2009) and crawled into the backyard of a women who kept her dog outdoors, all year round, and left them with him in a house donated by kindly neighbours. He didn’t say a peep, bless him, as he must have known she wouldn’t like my visit, or the gift. We drove on, it was 0330.

One by one, a large dog, and a cat, were placed in the hold of a plane headed to Montreal – one each flight, which left me with the bulldog for the last flight of the day, the one that would continue, for me, onward to Paris, and then to Bordeaux. I had brought someone with me, as my husband works at sea for long periods, and she spoke french and insisted she would be helpful. First lesson…when people ask if I know what I am doing taking so and so with me….ask them what their concerns were? This first choice, on my part, turned into a drama that resulted in a visit to Orange (for our telephone bill) and finally the gendarmes…but I get ahead of myself…
We arrived on the morning of January 21, 2010 to a temperature of 15C and after leaving the cold and snow of the east coast of Canada, I couldn’t believe how GREAT this new life was going to be!

The first thing that absolutely made my day was: I had arrived during the legislated sale dates and, better yet, Ikea was having a sale! This NEVER happens in Canada! So, armed with my budget to fill a house with furniture (we came with books, clothes and gym gear and not one piece of electrical item or furniture), off I went.

We had done as most people do when researching where to live: we rented a place for a year, to give us time to suss out the location of our forever home.

I had visions in my head of open air, open french doors, great fresh food, light rose wines, lots of time and space to bicycle, run (ok ok jog, I am too slow to be considered a runner),and do my yoga and fitness. I was going to blossom into a healthy, fit, older woman, and find that balance that eluded me in North America.

This blog is intended to bring you along with me on this transitional road in life because this was: a fork in the road. A conscious, much discussed choice, between my husband and myself, to begin a new life in Europe where we would be surrounded by beautiful scenery, centuries of history, and wonderful people.



I am at an age that when I look back at life so far, I can see that it has been ‘forks in the road’ or ‘bumps in the road’ and the choices that resulted that has led me to living and working in Southwest France with my husband of 18 years. And I would imagine that it has been the same for just about everyone else. Yes?

Has anyone watched the TED talk about the difference between men’s and women’s brains and their thought processes? The one I saw, in short, talked about how men put things in ‘boxes’ and can quite easily keep them there (and yes, apparently there is a nothing box); and women, well, we women take a subject and link it to another, and another until we find ourselves caught up in a tangled web something like hanging onto the strings of multiple balloons on a windy day!

This is how my brain has gone with the newest adventure: blog writing. And since I am an introvert, and private person by nature, I am writing this blog to introduce myself to you and share experiences, especially with regard to our move to SW France and wellness choices. I hope you like it.

Honestly, there is little, if any, history in my family of being athletic or sporty in any way, shape, or form. I had a heart murmur as a child (not so rare as one would believe) that meant even jumping on the bed was forbidden, let alone soccer/football etc. When I had forgotten my medical note to be let out of gym class, the teacher would happily run me around the gym with all the others until I passed out – turns out I had asthma too. I also had absolutely no hand/eye co-ordination and once, in high school, I was told I had to participate in a basketball game only to embarrassingly put the ball into my own net because no one told me we changed halves at half time! There are just too many reasons why I could not be a professional fitness trainer, sports therapist, yoga, pilates professional with years of experience under my belt – but there you go. A fork in the road of life.