Story by Senses: Touch

I enjoy participating in Instagram writing challenges and recently I have started to follow the group #writerfriendschallenge. The first time I came across them I was intrigued by the themes, structure, and writing socials. This month there is a theme about telling stories by senses. This week was about touch. The host of the group shared her interpretation about the theme and shared fifty words to describe touch and I was instantly hit by inspiration. It was like a huge light bulb went off and I heard myself saying ‘Hello, here I am!’ Here are those words:

Arid, Abrasive
Bitter, Balmy
Course, Chunky
Damp, Dry
Etched, Even
Frigid, Fragile
Gritty, Gossamer
Hollow, Harsh
Inflated, Itchy
Jagged, Jaggy
Knotty, Knitted
Level, Loose
Mild, Metallic
Narrow, Neat
Ovenlike, Oily
Parched, Padded
Quick, Quiet
Rough, Rutted
Smooth, Scorching
Thorny, Tough
Uneven, Unbreakable
Violent, Vicious
Wiry, Wrinkled
Yielding, Youthful
Zippy, Zapped

Are they not great words to describe touch? I shared with the group after someone said that touch must be something important in my memoirs. I honestly never thought about it but at that moment I said, absolutely! The words were perfect for certain areas of my memoir, for example: The smooth and crisp table cloths we placed on the tables of the main dining room overlooking the glacier-fed lake for dinner service. The frigid temperature of the walk-in fridge always had the hairs on the back of my neck tingle to get the tiramisu for the chef to garnish to place the dessert in front of many thousands of guests served. Our uniforms could never be wrinkled or uneven, they were a reflection of the type of service provided at the prestigious hotel. I was a person who happened to be in that particular burgundy skirt, white frilly blouse, and burgundy vest that was worn by many people before me and would be worn by another young woman leaving home for the first time to work for a luxury hotel on top a mountain where she would find herself.

I am having fun with the words today! I love how one writing prompt can spark a flurry of words and inspiraiton. With that, I will head off to my work in progress and get back to the story.

Thank you for being here with me today. To find out how what working for a luxury hotel in the heart of the Canadian Rockies is like, my debut memoir, Behind the Kitchen Doors ~ The Summers, please click HERE. I share my expriences about my small world being cracked open to a new world of hospitality where rules are broken and no one to answer to for staying up late to spend time with a summer crush.

Until Next Time, Keep on Typing…

Happy Belated Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day is the one day of the year dedicated to telling the people in your life how much they mean to you and to celebrating love in all its purest forms. Many people go with buying flowers, chocolates, jewerly and dinner out to a favorite restaruant. These are nice gestures to show your affection towards your loved one, but I’m moved to share my love with words.

My hubby’s birthday is Valentine’s Day and we celebrate his birthday and shower each other with affection throughout the year. We’ve been together for seventeen years and I knew that Valentine’s day would not be the traditional Hallmark holiday for me any longer and I am completely 150% okay with this. I think we should celebrate love every day – shout it from the roof-tops how much you love your spouse, yourself, family, friends, whoever, love needs to be celebrated every chance we get. I am a classic romantic at heart. I love all the cheesy sentiments and romantic movies. Now let’s talk about love letters. I love the art of writing a letter, but love letters, even better. It doesn’t have to be Valentine’s Day to sit down and share how much you love your partner in life. Let the words come from your heart and go with the flow. Here are a few snippets from some famous love letters:

“I can’t say how every time I ever put my arms around you I felt that I was home,” Ernest Hemmingway wrote to Marlene Dietrich

“Since I left you, I have been constantly depressed. My happiness is to be near you. Incessantly I live over in my memory your caresses, your tears, your affectionate solicitude.” Napoleon to Joséphine

“I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way.” Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf

I love these intense feelings on the page. No one knows how much you love them as much as you do. I wrote love letters to my husband over the years and now I voice my love for him. I love you. I love when we make breakfast together, I love the way you are so dedicated to yourself, us, our life. I can not think of my life without you. You are the one I dreamed of and now you are here. When we are apart I miss you more than I have experienced, the rawness of my fear of not being with you shivers up my neck and paralizies my whole being. I love you.

I encourage you to write a love letter. Start with a letter to yourself. The letters I have written to myself are filled with fears, joy and then as I write, my true self shows up and tells me, ‘take it easy on yourself, you are doing the best in this very moment. I love you, Marion Ann, you are an amazing human being and offer love, joy and peace.’ I feel the love pouring through me.

Have you written a love letter? How did it make you feel? Was it recieved the way you imagined? Where your expectations met? Do you continue to write love letters? I would love to hear from you, maybe we can put togther a book of modern love letters. I think the world needs a little more love.

Thank you for being here with me today.

Until Next Time, Keep on Typing…

F is for the F-bomb

Words are powerful.

The f-bomb for those who may not be aware is using the f&% word randomly on a frequent basis, maybe because they can’t find another word to express the feeling, it can be a filler word, or it’s a habit from hearing it so often in society, movies, TV shows. I will be the first to admit that I use the f-bomb and not that this is an excuse, I am a Navy brat, I grew up around sailors and living on a Navy Base doesn’t help the cause, it’s bound to happen but again, no excuses.

When I was in junior high , my friends and I used the f-word like it was going out of style; hurry-up-and-use-it-before-it-goes-away type of hurriness. Then after a while, one of my friends said they didn’t want to hang out with me anymore because I swore to much. Ouch! I cried because my friend was the one who encouraged our filthy language, she made it out like it was our little secretly, see how long we can get away with it type of manipulation. A week later after I stopped myself from using any curse words, what do I hear? The very girl who befriended me for swearing. What the (insert your choice of word here).

Thirty years later I find myself cringing at the filler word and stop myself if I’m amongst friends and have the urge to let the word fly. It’s a habit that I am breaking. I ask myself is this the best version of me? Usually the answer is no and I chose a different work to describe my displeasure. As a writer it’s fun to find new words to slip into the vocabulary. My new word for displeasure; conniption, this makes me smile to let go of what no longer serves me.

Until next time, keep on typing….






What is your experience with cursing? Have you noticed a shift your language verses others? I would love to hear from you.

The Driftwood Project


Spreading the joy of words one piece of driftwood at a time

Years ago I was a resort manager of a meditation retreat centre. It was one of my favourite jobs, and it wasn’t a job to me, it was a way of life – creativity led me to this moment and it was exactly what I needed at the time.

One of the promotional materials in a marketing swag bag that we put together was a single piece of driftwood with the single word, Namaste, ‘The light/divine in me sees the light/divine in you’, hand written or printed on it. My partner and I hand-picked each piece of driftwood that came from the edge of the ocean we lived next too, it was a project of love. Somewhere all over Vancouver Island, the mainland and part of Alberta are pieces of Namaste.


After I left the resort, I kept a few pieces of the driftwood and placed them in our home. Then I started to pick new pieces of driftwood on walks along the ocean because the driftwood spoke to me. Words came to me that I wanted to share, and putting them on a piece of driftwood popped into my mind. One Christmas not so long ago I felt compelled to make a centre piece for our table, the word faith lingered in my heart and I found a sharpie and placed the word on one of the pieces of driftwood. I placed that piece on my meditation alter in my writing room. It was the beginning of my personal driftwood story.


What is the Driftwood Project? I like to keep things as simple as possible; I will write one word on a piece of driftwood, place it somewhere, take a picture of the worded driftwood and share here with you. Maybe that word will stir the same kind of curiosity it does for me or for another person, take away what is needed from that word, write a story, a poem, flash fiction, a picture, whatever comes out of the word is yours – of course I would love to hear about your sparks of creativity, please drop me a line and I will share it with everyone (unless you tell me not to). A sharing in you is a sharing in me.


The word faith came to me first, the word faith to me is more than faith in a religion or whatever you may call it. Faith is in myself and my very deep faith in the universe, providing what was needed and what is needed to maintain this beautiful and intentional creative life. I am also very faithful to my passion of writing, faithful to the creative process, this is why I am here on the page with you. I want to share the journey of this creative life to spark your creative life.


The second word that came to me was, devotion. I wrote this to accompany the word faith. Devotion to the faith of creativity that has been shared with me to share with you. It’s a very passionate love affair, me and creativity, we have been together for a long time, creativity has always been there with me as I have been right next to creativity. I always knew I had something to share, I just needed to get out-of-the-way to get there. Words keep me grounded and show me the way, one word at a time.


Now, I am sharing pieces of driftwood in my community, in random places where people may find them and that word can speak to them however it is needed. What is needed to be sparked will be lit and hold true for the reader of the word they may come across.

The word faith was needed during the month of November during NaNoWriMo, writing 50K in 30 days. I woke up every morning and saw the word Faith as I started my morning pages and I was filled with the notion of faith that I was able to complete this November writing challenge and I did. I wrote 50K words, and then some more words, I am not finished the novel, but I devoted my faith in creativity and finished a goal I set out, for this I am very grateful, and this is why I am sharing the Driftwood project with you.


Faith: what does it mean to you? What kind of spark does the word stir up for you? Or nothing at all. Is faith something you’ve been devoted to or something you struggle with, remember there is no right or wrong answer here, only creativity. I struggled with faith for a while and now I’m at a place of trust and dive deep in the faith of creativity.

I look forward to hearing from you. Until next time, keep on typing. . . .


Random Thoughts


There is something stirring within me. A story, maybe one or two stories that are either separate or they can be possibly combined. Anything goes when it comes to creativity.


I am also aware that I must not neglect my other stories; the ones that choose me to write them and I don’t want to disappoint. I am very attuned that if I don’t pay attention to the ideas they will go onto the next person that will write the idea down. I’m stuck at the moment, but not that stuck that I can not move or write. My mind is racing with more emotion that I’ve experienced in a while. The full moon is upon us and this creates energy within me that I can’t not place; so I must mediate, shut off the phone, the computer, the TV and just be still; be right here and now. I am very still when I’m on the page. Here, I can let go and be right here. Be true on the blank page, fill it with my fears, joys, frustrations, love, and everything else in between.


I am at my truest state when I am writing, when I am putting words on the page, the words I can see very clearly in my mind and they can make it down on the page with ease. When I try to speak these words, my ego, the filter gets in the way and I don’t say what I really mean. I say something completely opposite of what I wanted to say. But on the page, one word at a time I am able to share the rawest form of emotion with you, with myself.


Creativity is a powerful energy and I am so ready to play, so ready to grab hold of the passion and like wild horses gallop along the page leaving my footprint behind only to be followed. I’m leading you to the next part of the story, to a possible end or a possible beginning, who knows when it comes to creativity and that’s the beauty of writing, you get to make stories up and people can read them or not read them. People may like the story or they may not, no matter, I wrote something and shared it, that’s good enough for me. I’m a writer to share stories. I am here to share with you.

Until next time, keep on typing. . . .