Month: August 2015

Attention Whimsy-landia! Some Happy News!

I have some exciting news! I have been working through the summer on something that I felt was missing from Etsy.

As of today, I have officially launched Tracks & Whimsy – Personalized Canadian Military Keepsakes. I am currently offering digital personalized prints for commemorating your Canadian military family’s postings, delivered to your inbox. They are available individually in 8.5″ x 11″ PDF format and in a group of 3 cities plus your family’s name card in 4″ x 6″, so you can create your galleryEtsy Logo Thumbnail as you see fit. To take a look at what I’ve got listed so far, click on the image to the left.

I am totally also willing to draw customized art for OUTCAN postings or deployments if you want to add those to your gallery. Just send me a note in Etsy and we can work together to get your keepsake perfect for your family.

I am hopeful that I am filling a missing niche on Etsy – personalized Canadian military stuff – and that my shop will do well. It’s exciting for me to get some work out there and take a chance. But I’m not looking to make a living doing this – just have a good time. Mostly it’s a labour of love for me dedicated to my community.

Thanks for taking a look!

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Ghosts That We Knew (4 Years On)

I cried last night. It’s been 4 years today. And I cried openly while listening to music.IMG_0401 Don’t get me wrong – it was moving. MiniSir and I treated ourselves to our first concert as a couple. We went to see Mumford & Sons, the band that has pretty much been the musical accompaniment of our life together. We courted to their first album, had the first dance at our wedding to a song from the second, and celebrated the birth of our son with the third – not many people have timing that good. So we made out a little to “Lover of the Light”, our dance song, and I thought that was as emotional as I was going to get. Then they played “Ghosts That We Knew”, and the audience looked like this.

It was magical. It was a moment out of time. And it was the combination of being there, in that moment, and listening to these words being sung as though they were directed at me, that started the tears streaming down my face:

You saw my pain washed out in the rain
Broken glass, saw the blood run from my veins
But you saw no fault, no cracks in my heart
And you knelt beside my hope torn apart

But the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view
We’ll live a long life

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
‘Cause oh that gave me such a fright
But I will hold as long as you like
Just promise me we’ll be alright

And as MiniSir held me, and I wept, I felt almost whole again. It has taken four years – four years of agony and defeat and hope and struggle – but you know what? I feel renewed. I feel like the old me – or as close to the old me as I’ll ever get again. It’s not going to be the same ever again, but I don’t want to be any more. I love my new life. I am happy. And I can cry happy/sad tears and be okay.

Happy Fourth Anniversary, me. You have come a long way, kiddo.