Saturday afternoon walking

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The snow has stopped and the plow and grader have been by plowing the end of our driveway in.  We head out and climb over the smallish mountain of snow for our first walk in a week and what a magnificent day to be outside! So much to sniff and see!

As we head around the corner from the house we see a lynx cross the road right in front of us.  It trekked into the woods and stopped just long enough to look at us and tease Jasmine for being on a leash and not able to chase him.  Then he trudged off to look for the neighbour’s chickens or maybe some rabbits out enjoying the sunshine. IMG_4266.jpg

A shiny black raven did a fly by low enough to turn his head and look at us as if to say ” nice day for a walk, eh?” because of course, he’s a Canadian raven.

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We followed our shadows for a while; not able to catch up as we crunched in the snow that sparkled like diamonds. My transition lenses darkened probably to the max with the bright light but I still marvelled at the amazing blue sky made all the more so highlighted with the snow.  It’s the kind of blue my Dad used to say was the colour of infinity.  I hope he’s up there surrounded by the blue he so loved. IMG_4369.JPG

The trail of a jet long passed by made me momentarily long to be away.  Just someplace away. Then Jasmine turned to me with her big Borzoi-ish smile and said “thanks for the great walk!” and I’m right where I belong walking with my girl on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.IMG_4368.JPG

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cherish the company you keep

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Taking my ratty 2017 calendar down and thumbing through the months is a time for reflection. The charity and minor hockey raffle tickets I purchased in support with draw dates long gone and no phone call. The receipts for my hair appointments paper clipped to the side and the dental appointment cards to be moved into next spring.

Never mind resolving to lose the muffin top; that’s important sure, but instead  I take stock of where I am and who I am.

I’m thankful that the close call to someone I love was left unanswered and he came back from the precipice to be with us.

I wave goodby  and wish those well who unceremoniously  unfriended me when I didn’t fit in with the changes they made.

I embrace the new opportunities and friends that showed up at the same time this year.  Both enrich my life.

I feel blessed.

It’s a time for reflection as I hang my 2018 calendar up and as a dear friend once said to me   “make new plans, Susie”.  I am, and in doing so I have good reason to cherish the company I keep.

Happy New Year, my friends.  I wish you all the best.

 

when you’re wired as a player

As the year draws to a close I hear so much “gee, I should have done” and “oh, I only wish I could”. It feels like opportunities left in the dust and it’s a depressing way to move into the new year. To put it all in perspective, I asked a friend of mine to write a guest blog for us, and I specifically asked him to tell us why he does what he does.  Why he drives into town late at night  (because that’s when ice time is available) and why he plays.  His story is inspirational. Enjoy. 

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When You’re Wired As A Player   by Ray Masson 

            Once, when I was very young, I experienced boredom for the first time. I liked it so little that I promised myself it would never happen again. Ever. And it hasn’t. Not once in my 66 and a half years. Interesting how only the very young and very old count the “halves”. Like we’re quite proud of our age and every segment of it. Continue reading

broken wheel on my suitcase

 

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Some years ago I spent a lot of money; more than I intended on a set of luggage.  I saw it as an investment that would serve me well as I was travelling to far away places. As I returned from Dubai and retrieved my suitcase from the luggage carousel I noticed it was tracking behind me weirdly as I wheeled along and I discovered a wheel was missing.  Just gone.

I called the luggage store and they said “not our problem, call the manufacturer”.  I called the manufacturer and they said “not our problem, normal wear and tear.”

Much like the emotional baggage we all carry around that’s the subject of sucky memes “we all carry emotional baggage – the secret is to find someone who cares enough to help you unpack” and so forth, our emotional baggage is something we have invested in sometimes at great cost and is subject to normal wear and tear. Continue reading

Thanksgiving, PTSD and kindness

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This weekend is Thanksgiving for us here in Canada.  It sort of sneaks up on us with still warm days leaning into fall.  We hang onto our (not politically correct anymore) Indian Summers with rays of late afternoon sun blinking through golden leaves as we pause and give thanks for the bounty of our lives. Continue reading

something I learned from her

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There are things that stay with us. Words that matter and have meaning far beyond the moment they are spoken.

I was always a little intimidated by her quick wit; the ability and forthrightness as she said what was on her mind. In awe of her intelligence. In another sphere she could have been a doctor, lawyer, an author. As a cherished Grandmother and lover of Christmas, her days were full.

She let me know that contrary to what I was taught, it is ok to drink beer from a bottle. It’s ok to sit on the beach with the wind blowing our hair and laugh and drink beer as we sat huddled in down jackets determined to enjoy the frigid day at the beach.

She hugged me tight the last time I saw her and said “…we had a good run, Susie.  We had a good run”.

She taught me to look at things I can’t change and be able to say “….we had a good run” while I step into tomorrow.