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By Tracy Schruder

Yes, I trust my instincts one hundred percent!

I learned to listen to my higher self when I was about ten. As I’ve mentioned in previous blog posts, I was an extremely sensitive and emotional child; I could always feel my instincts and would turn to the voice in my head for answers and guidance. Yet it wasn’t until that summer, at age ten, that I truly understood the purpose of that inner voice – it was a warning system.

That summer my baby sister and I were visiting family in Ottawa. We had been making the trip for years, so the neighbourhood was familiar.

My uncle lived on Summerset Street, my grandmother on Breezehill Avenue, and the eight‑to‑ten‑block walk between them took us through Little Italy, under a huge overpass, past busy streets, lights and stop signs. We always looked both ways and held hands.

On the day in question we decided to walk to Grandma’s. When we reached the overpass, a car pulled over. A man rolled down his window, said “hi,” and asked where we were going. I answered that we were on our way to Grandma’s, that we had just left Uncle’s, so the adults knew where we were. I added a polite “no thank you,” tugged my sister’s hand, and tried to walk a little faster.

The man kept following us slowly, then offered us twenty dollars to get in the car and drive us the rest of the way. My little sister, not understanding the danger, exclaimed “wow, twenty dollars” and let go of my hand, stepping toward the car. My heart pounded. I yanked her back, told the man, “We don’t need your money, sir. We’re fine—leave us alone or I’ll scream.”

Thank heavens he drove off. We raced to Grandma’s, and I told her what happened. She called my uncle, then the police. We gave the officers a description, and the officer praised my “sharp instincts.” He later told my grandmother we were lucky, advising us never to walk alone in the city again, since our small‑town upbringing made us too trusting.

I spoke up, insisting I would never let anyone take my sister, that I would protect her with my life. The officer patted my head, reaffirmed his warning, and left.

It was that day I realized the voice in my head and the gut feeling were my instincts—and mine are razor‑sharp.

So yes, I always listen to my instincts.

By Tracy Schruder

My favourite place in Smith’s Falls, Ontario, is along the Rideau Canal.

In our town there’s a beautiful limestone pathway that runs alongside the Rideau Canal and the lock bridges.

It starts at Victoria (the airplane Park) and Turtle Island, then stretches all the way through the locks, ending at Lower Reach Park.

During your walk you’ll pass several parks and picnic areas, cross busy streets and intersections, and eventually be rewarded with a stunning park landscape complete with docks and shorelines. At its base an opening reveals the beautiful Rideau River.

It’s a great spot for a stroll or a day out with your favourite people. Facilities are located at both ends, so you never have to worry about a bathroom break. There’s a beach section, an adult swimming area, a community hall, plenty of lovely bridges to cross, and historic buildings all around you on the journey through the park.

By Tracy Schruder

“The coolest thing I’ve ever found and kept isn’t a physical object – it’s a memory, one that still resonates deep within me. Let me take you back to 1979, a sweltering summer day at the Merrickville Locks, which we kids affectionately called the swimming hole. I’m perched atop a towering wall, gazing down into the basin below. Only grown adults dare to jump from this height, let alone dive into the depths below.

My friends, gathered at the water’s edge, are calling me chicken, taunting me with reminders of a promise I made last summer: to be the first to take the plunge off that intimidating wall.

As I stand there, a skinny, sun-kissed kid with a mix of fear and determination, I’m silently praying for courage. The taunts grow louder, and I hear a thunderous voice – not from my friends, but from within – urging me on: “Do it! You can do it! Go! Dive!”

I surrender to its allure, lift my arms overhead, and shout, “Clash of the Titans!” With a deep breath, I launch into the void, executing a flawless dive that slices into the dark water below.

I did it! The rush of accomplishment is palpable, and I feel an overwhelming sense of pride. My friends fall silent, their awestruck faces the only acknowledgement I need. In that moment, I discovered something invaluable – my bravery and confidence. It’s a treasure I’ve carried with me ever since, one that continues to inspire me to this day.”

By Tracy Schruder

I’ve never been one for setting rigid routines in my life. While some people thrive on structure, I’ve found that it stifles my creativity and makes me feel trapped. Instead, I’ve developed a approach that focuses on creating healthy habits around tasks I might not necessarily enjoy.

For me, it’s about turning everyday tasks into spiritual practices. When I notice myself resisting a particular task, I take a step back and ask myself some questions. What emotions are driving my resistance? Why do I resent this task? I then engage in a internal debate, weighing the reasons why the task needs to be done and the benefits of getting it out of the way.

Take, for example, changing the garbage. I used to dread this task, complaining and grumbling through the entire process. But once I became aware of the negative impact it was having on my mood, I decided to shift my perspective. Now, I approach it with a sense of purpose and responsibility. I remind myself that it’s my duty to keep my home tidy and clean, and that I can do it with swiftness and ease.

I’ve also found joy in the simple act of washing and drying the trash can. I see it as a way to rid my home of yesterday’s waste and all the energy that comes with it. By focusing on the positives, I’ve transformed a chore into a meaningful ritual.

Not having a routine doesn’t mean things don’t get done – they just get done when I get them done. This approach frees up my resources and allows me to live my best life. It’s about being mindful and present, rather than following a strict schedule. By embracing flexibility, I’ve found a sense of freedom and creativity that I wouldn’t trade for anything.

By Tracy Schruder

“The Most Famous Person I’ve Ever Met: Wayne Rostad!

I still remember the day that I met Wayne Rostad, it was at the Merrickville Fair. I was about eight years old , I believe. He was incredibly friendly and took the time to talk to me about his music and career. When I told him my name was Tracy, his face lit up with a huge smile, and we ended up having a wonderful conversation about his singing companion, Tracey Brown, from Family Brown Country. A very wholesome and entertaining, TV show that aired on Friday nights, on CJOH.

To my surprise, he asked me if I could sing, I responded with a shy nod. “I’m not the best but I’m not the worst.” I replied. Next thing I knew, he pulled out his guitar, and we practiced his set together! We spent a couple of hours singing and chatting. By the end of the night, he gave me his autograph. But the best part was when he mentioned my name on stage during his performance that night – it was such a thrill! He thanked me for our wonderful visit and for helping him prepare for his performance. My cheeks burned with both shyness and excitement. It felt really good.

Over the years, Wayne made several trips to Merrickville, and he always made a point to say hello whenever he saw us. He even joked that he loved eating pizza from the Merrickville Restaurant and would often visit to see Mano and Maria, two wonderful people from Greece who had settled in Merrickville and built their dream.

I was a huge fan of his show “On the Road Again,” and I never missed an episode. Nowadays, I see Wayne on hearing aid commercials and doing charity work for the Heart and Stroke Foundation. I feel a sense of pride knowing that he’s still making a difference and staying true to himself.

Wayne’s personality has always been kind and inclusive, and he never let fame get to his head – his heart is just too big! He’s still the most famous person I’ve ever met, and I’m sure that if I were to cross paths with him today, he would remember me. I’ll never forget that awesome day at the fair, singing and laughing with Wayne Rostad!”

By Tracy Schruder

“I often find myself thinking, if it’s possible to love a pet this much, having an actual child must be an out-of-this-world experience! If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you already know about my beloved pets, Gracee and Tygrr. For those who are reading for the first time, let me introduce these two furry loves of my life!

I think one of the best things about sharing my life with these pets is that they’re clean animals and relatively easy to care for. Of course, I won’t sugarcoat it – vet care, food, and hygiene are ongoing expenses that can add up. I’m not sure it’s as costly as raising a child, but I imagine the cost of caring for my two cats for a year is comparable to paying for a child into the first two years of life.

Gracee and Tygrr have brought so much joy and love into my life. They have soft fur, they purr, they cuddle, and they meow (sometimes loudly!) to communicate with me. They even knead my thigh (ouch!) to show affection!

One thing I’ve noticed is that if you’re conscious enough, your pet can take you deeper into reality. They have a way of neutralizing negative energies and warning you when you’re getting too upset or if you’re in danger. Gracee, in particular, is an excellent communicator. She’ll tap me on the shoulder or walk on me if I get upset, and meow loudly if she needs her litter box cleaned. She’s a master at getting my attention!

Tygrr, on the other hand, is a bit more feisty. He hates to be groomed and will wind up a swat and strike if I go too far. But despite his rough exterior, he’s a softie at heart. He takes his medicine twice a day without a fuss, and if I forget, he’ll sit in front of me all day until I remember.

What I love most about owning pets is the love and energy they bring to my life. They’re great company, they love to play, and they keep me active. But most of all, they make me feel needed and appreciated. They’re good pets, they bring good moods, and they make for a good life!”

By Tracy Schruder

“The most expensive personal item I’ve ever purchased is my diamond bracelet, a gift from my husband for our 25th anniversary.

The morning of our anniversary my husband surprised me with a trip to our favourite jewelry store, Burns Jewellers.

I decided that I would like to get another sapphire ring for my gift. I looked through the images on the website, on our drive there and found one I really liked.

While we were at the jewelry store to buy the ring, I spotted this stunning bracelet in an another display case. The jeweler smiled and asked if we’d like to take a closer look, and I was immediately drawn to it.

As she handed it to me, I couldn’t help but comment on its weight, and she smiled knowingly. I’m sure she was torn between revealing the price or letting me fall in love with it first! Either way, I was smitten. I tried it on and it was perfect. I asked the price and my husband hushed me told me not to worry about that. He told her to wrap it up he will take them both.

Five thousand dollars later, I left with two beautiful pieces of jewelry that hold a value far beyond their cost.

I wear both pieces daily, and they’re a constant reminder of my husband’s love and appreciation. It’s a gift that will always be priceless, a symbol of our years together and the memories we’ve shared. It’s truly the most expensive personal item I’ve ever owned, and I’m so grateful to have it.”

By Tracy Schruder

“For me, managing screen time is about setting clear boundaries and being intentional with my technology use. One of my personal rules is to keep my phone and computer off-limits when I’m spending time with others. It’s a way to be present and fully engage with the people around me.

I also make it a habit to shut down my devices every night, and I don’t turn my phone back on until I’ve had my morning coffee. This simple routine helps me start the day feeling grounded and focused.

I’m also a firm believer in the power of human connection, which is why I’d rather make a call than send a text. There’s something about hearing a friendly voice that makes a world of difference.

When it comes to responding to messages, I try to give others the same respect I would like to receive. I don’t feel pressured to respond immediately, and I believe it’s okay to take my time. If it’s truly urgent, I’m always happy to receive a call or a visit.

The great thing is, screen time has never been a real issue for me. I use my phone and computer as tools, not the other way around. It’s all about finding a healthy balance and being mindful of how technology fits into my life.”

By Tracy Schruder

Grandma thought we needed time, or possibly maybe she needed more time…. We inherited an old gingerbread clock from my husband’s grandmother. It was blackened with the hands of time. The colour resembled tar, and it had the same consistency when we took off a test scraping. My husband told me of the history of the clock and how his grandmother brought it to Canada from Germany just before the Second World War. “It always sat centrally, above the fireplace on the mantle,” he continued. “My grandmother would wind it every day and then she would fix its hands to make up for the lost minute or two.”

The clock was handled every day for eighty-plus years. It was a wedding gift from Dora’s (grandma) father. Grandma and Grandpa were married in the early nineteen hundreds, so I believe the clock to be at least a hundred years old.

When we got the clock, we didn’t know much about patina, save for what we’d seen on the show Antiques Roadshow. We decided to strip, stain, and varnish it. We wound it up and used it for about three years. This clock would ring every hour on the hour for the amount of times of the hour.

Yes, twelve rings at midnight, and all through the night. This never bothered my husband because he grew up during his summer breaks at Grandma’s. I got used to it in about three months and came to welcome its bell. It was soothing during sleep, for some reason.

We would wind and set it daily, up into the second year of owning it. Then, for some reason, we could go a few days without winding it. Lucky strike, we thought.

On occasion, I would come out of my bedroom and find the clock with its door wide open and the key on the floor. My husband would joke, “Grandma is keeping time for us.” I’d chuckle and try to see the humour, but deep down, I had a chill. I already have a sixth sense for these things, so I knew jokes or not, she was visiting us.

The clock never needed dusting, either. The glass door remained crystal clear. Granny was keeping it clean, I thought. Although, based on the patina that was on the clock in the first place, I don’t imagine she was concerned about the dust.

It must represent the time warp that we’re experiencing, I thought.

I cleaned it the once. I guess the goofy part is the clock itself stayed in that zone. With this clock, anything is possible. I read somewhere that keeping an old antique or non-functional clock in the main hub of your house could create a time warp of sorts. That time would be distorted in some way. I personally experienced unexpected delays and missed important deadlines. I felt as if time itself was haunted. Some days, we even seemed to lose time; others, we seemed to gain. It was like we lived in a time outside of time. Like déjà vu was becoming the norm. There was tension and arguments between us, for reasons we could not fathom.

With this clock came a negative force of some sort; whether it was Grandma or something else, it didn’t matter – we had to give it credence. We decided to see if what I read had any truth to it, so we placed Grandma’s clock in the basement. And, what do you know, time became manageable again. No more delays, no more missed appointments or deadlines. The atmosphere of the house became joyful, loving, and understanding. We both excelled at living and growing.

We still hear the clock chimes echoing up from the basement from time to time, and the door will be open on it some days, with the key laying on the floor. I just replace the key and close the door and whisper, “Thanks, Dora, we don’t need any time – we’ve got this.” And carry on.