Embracing My #WordoftheYear

February 6, 2020February 6, 2020 / Sandi Knight / Leave a comment

Explore! Explore creativity, writing markets and photography. Explore my backyard, province and country. Explore health/wellness, self-care and fears. Explore food and fitness.

With January behind us, there’s a long trail of broken resolutions, and likely many disheartened people. Apparently 80% of those who make New Year’s resolutions fail to keep them. Luckily I’ve never felt inclined to jump on that bandwagon.

But in 2006, after listening to a Stuart McLean story on the radio program, “Vinyl Cafe”, I shifted a little. He suggested resolutions not be about self-improvement, but rather about enjoying life. This was an idea I could embrace — don’t focus on our self-perceived flaws, but rather the simpler things in life that make us happy, content and bring joy. Sign me up!

Then, four years ago, a friend and mentor introduced me to the concept of choosing a ‘word of the year’. It helped direct that train of thought, further enriching McLean’s idea. She advised, “It’s an intention, mantra or a cue. It’s like a road map and a reminder for how to live out each day.” Just a word, or simple phrase, to remind, guide and encourage us throughout the year. I embraced the idea.

Deciding on a word took time, but once I determined what it would be, I wrote out how I wanted it to affect my daily life.

2017 was “Be”— be present, be positive, be focused, be flexible, be organized, be proactive.

2018 was “Move” — move with joy, intent and enthusiasm, move both body and spirit, move beyond my comfort zone, move away from fears and towards goals.

2019 was “Experience”. I had several ideas of what I wanted to experience and how I wanted it to impact my life, but never took the time to put any of them on paper. The majority of experiences were fun, positive and uplifting, peppered with a few worrisome, challenging and stressful ones. Basically, it was a year of life’s
ups and downs.

As 2020 approached, two different words called out to me. In the end, it was a pocket calendar I found that solidified the decision. “Explore” would be my north star!

This time, I not only made the time to write out my intentions, but also brought them to life through a Vision Board/Intuitive Collage workshop. On January 26th, Inspire Studio and Satori Counselling in Minnedosa joined forces to provide a creative haven filled with materials, support and guidance. Two fabulous facilitators led our group through a wonderful, heart-opening day combining art, expression and mindfulness.

The result? A 16″ x 20″ canvas filled with words and images that brings me joy and keeps my vision for 2020 at the forefront. Definitely an experience worth repeating in the future, and one that is truly helping me embrace all I want to explore in the months ahead.

What would you choose to be your #wordoftheyear?

Celebrating ‘My Circle’

March 8, 2018March 7, 2021 / Sandi Knight / 5 Comments

For me, this year’s International Women’s Day is deeply personal. It is a celebration and acknowledgement of the amazing circle of women who inspire, encourage and support me.

Last fall depression came knocking on my door. I struggled, stumbled and fell. But instead of hiding, I spoke my truth. The rally from my circle was overwhelming. I was full of gratitude and awe. Friends and family, both in person and on-line, reached out to lift me up when I needed it most.

Looking back, the evolution was so natural, so subtle, that at first I wasn’t even aware of it forming. But through life’s experiences – education, work, recreational activities, conferences, meetings, travel, and even on-line connections – my circle has grown and is diverse, dynamic and robust.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more cognizant of what I admire, respect and value in the women around me, both personally and professionally.

Authenticity. Gratitude. Kindness. Joy. Compassion. Empathy. Humour. Positivity. Encouragement. Dedication. Fearlessness. Teamwork. Determination. Life-long learning.

I am fortunate to have so many phenomenal women who support me not only within my comfort zone, but also nudge – or sometimes pull me – beyond my safety net showing me how much more I am capable of accomplishing. They help me shine brightly when all I want to do is hide under the covers. They celebrate my successes and help me learn when things don’t go as planned. They point me in the right direction when I’m feeling lost. They laugh with me, dance with me, listen to and stand by me. They inspire me with their intentional lives, acts of kindness and bravery. Their presence in my life has made me a better person. Knowing they are there for me is both reassuring and empowering.

Allowing myself to be vulnerable and honest about my struggles last fall made me acutely aware of the expanse and depth of my circle. A reminder to continue to build, nurture and embrace it. A reminder to express my appreciation to the incredible women who inspire and support me.

This quote sums it up well. Here’s to my circle and to yours. Happy International Women’s Day!

“A circle of women may just be the most powerful force known to humanity. If you have one, embrace it. If you need one, seek it. If you find one, for the love of all that is good and holy, dive in. Hold on. Love it up. Get Naked. Let them see you. Let them hold you. Let your reluctant tears fall. Let yourself rise fierce and love gentle. You will be changed. The very fabric of your being will be altered by this, if you allow it. Please, please allow it.”
― Jeanette LeBlanc

“Woman” by Kaylee Mitchell @kjmstudio

From My Corner of the Prairies – Canada In A Day

September 12, 2016 / Sandi Knight / 1 Comment

September 10, 2016 was Canada In A Day. We were asked to film our lives — whether it be a special occasion or a simple moment. The resulting video compilation will be used to celebrate Canada’s 150th Birthday next July.

Instead of a film, my story is one of pictures, reflections and simple gratitude for being a Canadian who has the privilege of living and farming on the vast and beautiful prairies.

Life is made great by the million little things that piece together our days and weave into their way into the tapestry of our lives.

Here are the pieces which made #CanadaInADay special to me.

Waking up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, pouring a cup and enjoying this view.

Wandering through my yard, taking time to notice the little things, like the bees enjoying my sunflowers.

Wandering through my yard, taking time to notice the little things, like bees on the towering sunflowers in my garden.

The satisfying job of chopping garden-fresh tomatoes, peppers, onions and celery, followed by aroma of simmering salsa wafting through the kitchen .

Listening to the consistent ‘snapping’ on the jars of the finished product, knowing they are properly sealed and preserved for the months ahead.

Having the combine come out of the shed to finally resume harvest after a week of rainy weather.

Enjoying the delicious, fresh, crisp crunch of a B.C. Honey Crisp apple for a snack.

A leisurely afternoon walk with our dog. She stopped briefly by this freshly cultivated wheat field. We work the straw into the soil to improve organic matter and soil health.

“Pure joy! ” Watching my trusty side-kick , having a blast running through a wheat field. Here the straw has been baled to be used as bedding for cattle this winter.

Appreciating that I can walk for miles on quiet country back roads without seeing a soul. It doesn’t necessarily mean my presence isn’t noticed though…The dog and I obviously piqued the interest of the neighbour’s cattle!

Seeing these hives is a reminder that a delivery of fresh honey will soon arrive at our door. A fellow farmer keeps bees in the shelter of an old yard-site on our farmland. The bees love the canola and alfalfa we grow, and we love the honey they produce!

Walking to the marsh that borders part of our farm and capturing the beauty of the bulrushes and wildflowers blowing in the wind. The marsh provides a unique and diverse ecosystem for a wide variety of plants, animals and birds.

Riding alongside my husband in the combine, enjoying his company and the view as he harvests a field of canola.

Taste-testing the fresh-made salsa for an appetizer. So good!

Watching this bald eagle overlook the field we were harvesting. They aren’t usually this close to our yard, but hunting was easy as rodents scurried away as the canola swaths were picked up.

Being thankful for a south wind that kept the moisture at bay as clouds rolled in later in the day. Once the grass is wet with dew in the evening, it often makes the crops too ‘tough’ to harvest. Here the combine is unloading canola onto a grain truck so it can be hauled to our farmyard and put in a storage bin.

Taking the time to savour this view at the end of our farmyard as the sun set. The end my tribute to #CanadaInAday.

The Collection

August 15, 2016 / Sandi Knight / 2 Comments

If we are fortunate, we have many circles of friendship, support and encouragement in our lives. My writing group, “Prairie Pens”, is one such circle. I wrote this in August 2008 as a tribute to them. Subsequently it was published in the introduction to our anthology, “From All Directions” in 2009.

I’m not sure I would have had the courage and resolve to continue to put to paper without them. They have helped, and continue to help me, develop as a writer. This craft is ever-evolving as we strive to hone and fine-tune the art of story-telling. Their motivating and inspiring guidance over the last thirteen years will forever be appreciated. ♥

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Conversation, rippled with laughter, drifts out the screen windows toward the lake. A chickadee calls out from a nearby window branch, joining in the light-hearted banter.
Hummingbirds zip back and forth, drawn to blooms of scarlet geraniums and brilliant-blue salvia in overflowing window boxes. A flash of black and orange…yes, an oriole, heard earlier but seemingly reluctant to make an appearance. Elegant dragonflies float by; the hum of a cicada speaks to the heat of this perfect summer day.

Inside, simple plaques grace the walls – Wiggle Your Toes in the Sand; Life is Good at the Beach; and above the doorway, Home is Where Your Story Begins. How appropriate for this collection. They are comfortable, at ease, as they arrange themselves on rich chocolate-brown wicker topped with floral-green cushions. Soon the visiting ends as stories begin to pour out around the room. Emotions rise and fall; then advice freely flows.

The love of this art of etching words, simple words on paper, binds this group together. Women of all ages, different backgrounds, diverse life stories, offering each other support, encouragement, resolve – to imagine, to create, to write and keep writing.

One woman sits back for a moment, takes it all in – the surroundings, the setting, the vibrant group. Her eyes revert to the plaque Home is Where Your Story Begins. Yes, but it is here, with these women, where the courage is found to put pen to paper, to share words without fear. She glances out at the lake. Mid-day sun bounces off the water, sparkling as beautifully as the dynamic collection of writers surrounding her.

Anna’s Poppies

March 6, 2016March 2, 2021 / Sandi Knight / Leave a comment

March 8th is International Women’s Day. Since 1911 this annual event has celebrated women’s social, economic, cultural and political achievements. Women’s groups from all around the world, take part in thousands of diverse events to commermorate IWD.

It is not only a time to reflect and look to the future, but also a time to encourage and uplift each other. For me, Anna K. Storgaard, a university professor turned life-long friend, was a woman who exemplified encouragement and support.

She cheered me on, no matter where I was, or what I was doing in my life. I think of her often, and am grateful for the positive influence she had on my life.

The following tribute was written in 2010 for the Brucedale Press Acrostic Contest. The judge commented, “A sense of quiet dignity and restrained mourning characterizes this third-place story.”

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Adored by many who visited her garden, Anna’s poppies now grace my flowerbed. Because I had admired them on my last visit, she insisted I dig some up to take home.

Care had to be taken, as late June is far from ideal for transplanting perennials. Dedicated gardeners would have shuddered as I dug in the late afternoon heat, but I am thankful I did not pass on the opportunity. Every year when they bloom I am reminded of my friendship with Anna.

20160306_134055 For twenty-two years after my university graduation we kept in touch, mostly through Christmas cards and letters. Giving her annual updates on jobs, family and friends always resulted in enthusiastic and encouraging responses.

Having been a professor for over thirty years, she deeply touched the lives of many with her avocation for nurturing. I feel fortunate to have known her, been accepted as I was, and forever cheered on as I made my way in life.

Jovial in nature, she seemed to appreciate my quirky sense of humour. Kindred spirits, some would say. Laughter was always welcome in her classroom making the lessons learned enjoyable and memorable.

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Modest through and through, Anna would have been uncomfortable with the many accolades expressed at her memorial service. No one was prepared to lose this remarkable spirit who embraced life with humour, curiosity, determination and dedication. One person can indeed make a difference as our dear Anna so aptly proved.

People of all ages and from all walks of life benefited from knowing her, whether as a teacher, colleague, neighbour, community member or friend. Quietly she slipped away from us but forever she will hold a special place in our hearts.

Recalling memories of Anna in her flower garden that lovely June afternoon brings me comfort. She welcomed me to sit with her amongst the vibrant blooms, sip lemonade and reminisce of days gone by. Time passed quickly as we shared stories, laughed and talked of our passion for all things green and growing.

Undaunted by her macular degeneration, she continued to garden, coping with laughter when things went awry. Venturing into her garden late one day resulted in Anna falling bottom first into a hole intended for a new plant. Without hesitation she quipped, “If my neighbours hadn’t come to my rescue, I wonder if I would have bloomed before the first killing frost!” X-rays revealed no broken bones so all was well with the bonus being an entertaining story to share.

HPIM2966 Years have now passed and I still miss Anna, especially when Christmas arrives and the first card I receive is not from her. Zestfully she lived her life and as I gaze at the brilliant blossoms dancing playfully in my garden, I remember her with admiration, fondness and a smile.

 Anna Storgaard photo courtesy of University of Manitoba