Another perfect, warm, sun-washed November day. So Abby and I headed out to Camus Ridge because I wanted to see it in full sun and mostly, I just wanted to take all the photos I didn’t have time to take when I did it with the Ramblers. (Photography is becoming more and more of a passion.)

We had a beautiful, peaceful, amazing and perfect two hours on the ridge. Abby was thrilled to be exploring somewhere new, stopping every now and then to roll on the grassy meadows high on the ridge – and to splash through muddy puddles.

And we found a loop to take us back a slightly different way.

I worked for a couple of hours this morning – finishing the chapters from yesterday and doing some editing.

I am doing my best to honour a few things: my emotions, my soul, my intellect – bundling them all up – trying to stay in present time. I’m working on balance between all the disparate parts of me – knowing they are all joined.

I am probably making no sense at all. I think what I’m trying to say is that I am working on being present in the moment, taking each day one at a time, step after step. And I am working on staying in a place of love and giving. This isn’t always easy in a world like the one we live in right now – that seems to be careening off a cliff. But I remind myself, I am doing something. I have found a small way to contribute. I want to stay in that state of asking myself with all my actions, “What can I do right now to make a positive difference?”

That’s Plan A.

Fingers crossed.