The Lansdowne House Letters: What's Going On?

My sister Barb serendipitously solved
a problem that has been eating away at me:
what to do with my northern posts
while I am knocking off a Bucket List item.

Barb and I on the Bay of Fundy, 

Westport, Brier Island, Nova Scotia, 2014

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Now if I were more disciplined and orderly,
I'd have the next fifteen posts written in advance
in anticipation of being cutoff from the internet.  
I am not so together.

Barb suggested that I repost Shacks Filled with Babies,
after I published Cruel Realities ten days ago.

Duh!!!  
It occurred to me that in addition to reposting Shacks...
I could revisit my earliest Lansdowne House Letters posts.

That solution might be readily apparent
to most people, but not to me.
Sometimes I have to be hit between the eyes
with a 2 x 4 to see the obvious.
Sisters are the best at doing that!

Before We Were Four
Donnie 3, Me 7, and Barb 1
Alymer, Ontario, December 1957

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I started the Northern posts almost three years ago,
and they spilled out so slowly.
I was slogging through the trauma
of my early years and had no clue
how to handle all the upwelling emotions,
let alone write about them.

You can safely bury lots of things deep in the muskeg,
but once you start digging around in the bog
you can't avoid what comes bubbling up.

Muskeg

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Add to the mix an unexpected email
from Somebody-That-I-Used-To-Know a lifetime ago,
and I plunged into a psychological tailspin.

It took me more than a year to be able to bottom dive 
in the muck and handle all that was buried there,
northern and otherwise.

Muskeg Creek

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But I floundered through and suddenly
the Lansdowne Letter posts became regular,
and I could address my past and my memoir.

So for the next while I'm going to repost
the earliest Lansdowne Letters 
from when I had very few blogging contacts.

And typical me, I'm setting them up now
less than twenty-four hours before we leave,
and I still have to pack.  LOL

But what can I say?
I've been busy!

My Niece Heather and I Last Week

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You'd think by now I'd have life figured out.
But just like I've forgiven my younger self,
I'm being kinder and gentler with my present me.

Instead of railing against the nonlinear, herky jerky Louise,
I'm embracing her and reminding her
that things have always worked out in the end,
and they will continue to do so.

So my apologies for a most irregular Northern post,
but I wanted you to know what is going on.

If I should catch an onramp to the Internet highway,
I'll visit your blogs as much as I can.

Perfect music for floundering around in the muskeg:

You Tube ~ goytemusic

Till next time ~
Fundy Blue