This photo is of my youngest child a number of years ago on a trip to Drumheller to see the dinosaurs. Each of our kids has a knack for playing with words and Heather see’s things quite literally.

She loved her pink windmill and wondered quietly after just waking up from a sleepy car ride nap, “If flour is milled wheat, then what is milled wind?” I pretended not to hear and hoped she wouldn’t ask it out loud. I was still, at that time, the kind of Mom who really didn’t have the words “I don’t know” in my vocabulary.

Years later as I parent this fifth baby known lovingly as A Soft Landing, I find myself uttering “I don’t know” a whole lot more than ever. Not only do I not always know, but am in a constant state of wonder these days at the world around me. At 40, I’ve come to accept the reality of not always knowing. In fact I embrace it . . . except it doesn’t make me feel any less responsible for finding out.

You may have noticed a number of changes to our website lately. Other than the odd little bug, I am just enjoying the process so much. I wish I could say that the good changes you see account for the scaling back of hours between January and June and that I have just been the busy bee in hiding, building up the site. But, I’d only be fooling myself. Anyone who knows me will agree that I don’t have the attention span to learn all the ins and outs to the technical side of things.

While I’m teachable, I’m certainly not self-teachable. I need structure and good teachers in order to learn . . . all the more reason to sign up for a Distance Degree program in Utah, a mere 1689 km away from my homeland of Saskatoon.

Truth is that I’ve had some incredible luck lately, starting with meeting just the right people at just the right times. People who catch my vision quickly without too much fuss on my part. I like the fact that I don’t have to go on and on about my thoughts in order to make my point. This tells me that we may be on to something here.

My dreams for the birth community have been my dreams for a very long time.  As time has gone on and I’ve been blessed with four of my own births, resulting in four outstanding little human beans, the dream has been growing and changing . . . “gestating” if you will. The Re-birth of A Soft Landing has been such a joyful time, and I am very proud of the outcome.

Looking forward to your visit to the new landing!