Or, why we remember It has been my experience that northern France in late October doesn’t have the best weather. Like Canada in the fall, days are short, cool and often rainy. Perfect weather for a battlefield walkabout. My Dad, husband and I visited the Vimy Memorial, just north of Arras, France, on an atmospheric day: rainy, cold and muddy, with the fog and mist regularly replacing each other in prominence. A perfect day for remembering the horrors of this war on this particular site....

There’s a bite in the still hot but clearly changing air as I head out to the hot tub for my regular mediation routine. We’ve been away...

I mean really, how do we define it? Mr. Google calls joy “a feeling of great pleasure and happiness.” But to me, that feels somehow,...