Time marches on

How has it been nearly two-and-a-half months since my last published blog post?

Sadly, between work and school commitments it feels as if my time on this platform is less and less.

Still, I am loathe to give it up; this blog, at least the previous iteration, was what got me started on my writing path. Winding up on this path is something for which I am grateful; it has in all honesty saved my life.

My path has been long and arduous, but it has taken me places I have never imagined it wood, and done more for my mental health than words can express.

It’s also taken me down the path of photography, something that I enjoy as much, if not more than, the writing.

So what’s been going on lately?

Well, I hit the ground running with work when we returned from Saskatchewan at the beginning of January. Between work and school, things were busy enough until February, when I told my boss that I needed some downtime or something was going to break. She was more than willing to grant me a few days off, after which I was feeling recharged.

School-wise, I am in the end stages of my current university course; I take the final exam for Psychology as a Natural Science on March 21. Not going to lie, I will be more than happy to get this course cleared off my plate. It has been ongoing for far too long.

I’ve also been working with a physiotherapist over the last few weeks, working on a long-term shoulder injury that has been nagging me. They have started a deep-needling technique in the tissue that has had some pretty amazing success so far. Combining that with a new routine that I am hoping to keep myself on, and I am feeling pretty good overall.

Mentally, I’ve had some ups and downs over the last few weeks, but I have ridden through them a lot easier than at any other time in the past. There has been some work stress going on, but I’ve been working with my publisher to get it managed before it escalates.

With the weather being so gorgeous today, I decided to grab the camera bag and drone and head out into the county after church.

While the wildlife was being annoyingly elusive, I did get a few shots of some cattle and the Notre Dame church.

The Notre Dame Church was constructed in the early 1900s north of Halkirk and has been all but abandoned for decades.

While the cemetery across the road is still well-manicured and looked after, the church structure has been left to the elements with this winter being particularly cruel to the structure.

When I was first taken to the site in 2018, it still retained its steeple; since then, the steeple has come down, the roof has started to sag, and the western wall has begun to bow. That bow turned into a full rupture of this winter, with the entire western wall collapsed.

The story of this old church is the story of life: time marches on.

I feel grateful for where life has brought me, even if it has strayed away from my roots a little.

Despite not writing here as much as I would like, this blog is not going away, and I will update from time to time. I appreciate the audience I have built, and the supportive community.

I honestly would not be here without you.

Kevin

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