A few weeks ago I was in Ottawa with my daughter Nili and her family. The weather was dreadfully cold and by the end of the week we were all sporting colds ourselves. In the midst of that flu-ish haze Nili suggested that we pile the kids into the car, drive to Toronto and pick up her brother Motti, and then all head down to Marco Island for some sunshine. Oh – how I wish I could have just said “yes”, thrown a bathing suit into a bag, and jumped into the car. After all; I’m retired aren’t I? I should be able to do things spontaneously shouldn’t I? So … why am I sitting here writing this posting instead of basking on the beach? Continue reading
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Tagged choices, commitments, expectations, Florida, freedom, Mozart, responsibilities, Shakespeare, spontaneity, stress, time
Well, I’m sick. It’s nothing serious … just a horrid cold. Several weeks ago – just before Freida was born – I thought I was coming down with a cold. Not long ago David and I discovered Zicam and it has helped us (we think … don’t burst our illusion please) avert many a sniffle. I managed to hold the cold at bay for a while (okay … so maybe the cold I have now is a different one altogether; just humour me here – after all, I’m sick!) but last Friday it finally arrived. It came with great fury; nose dripping, sneezing, aches and pains, snorting … all of those things that make us so beautiful when we’re under the weather. Continue reading
The past few days have been both enlightening and eventful, with everything from a blissful dance to a car accident. We’re all fine (a little shaken up) but beyond that this feels like one of those times that life has lessons to teach and will make sure they’re presented … one way or another.
Saturday morning, as is my current custom, I went Sacred Circle Dancing. It was one of those days that holds out the promise of spring around the corner; big sunshine and mild air … which means above freezing when it’s March in Toronto … almost no wind. I woke up feeling rested and quite wonderful so I danced with true enthusiasm; wherever I could add a little spring to the step, I did. One of the dances we did involved some steps to the right, steps to the left, steps into the center and then – for a count of 8 beats – you were to move yourself to another place around the circle. At some point I realized that if, during this 8 beats, I just stood in place – swaying my hips to the music – then the circle would change around me. How incredibly empowering this was. Rather than join into the chaos of the “find a new place in the circle” element of the dance I just held onto where I was and let the circle find a new place around me. Brilliant … as the British say. As the dance came to an end I realized that I’d just learned another key lesson. Continue reading
I’ve just returned from a blissful – and very busy – week in Ottawa with my daughter and her family. Freida just keeps getting bigger and bigger and things are unfolding as they do with a new baby in the household. The inevitable exhaustion has led to colds so the cooking that I did this time just focused on an enormous pot of chicken broth (aka Jewish penicillin. By the way, if you’re skeptical about this, check out what the Mayo clinic has to say about it: “scientists have put chicken soup to the test, discovering that it does have effects that might help relieve cold and flu symptoms in two ways. First, it acts as an anti-inflammatory by inhibiting the movement of neutrophils — immune system cells that participate in the body’s inflammatory response. Second, it temporarily speeds up the movement of mucus through the nose, helping relieve congestion and limiting the amount of time viruses are in contact with the nose lining“). I also managed to reupholster a set of antique dining room chairs (which we discovered had been made by the Stratford Furniture Co Ltd in the early 1900s some time). What I didn’t do all week – partly because I didn’t read any newspapers and partly because the kids don’t have TV in their home – was keep track of what was happening in the “light” news. This means that I missed the entire build-up to the great Daily Show debate between Jon Stewart and Jim Cramer. So, once I’d unpacked and settled in, David and I cuddled up and watched the build-up that took place during the week and finally the face-off (you see, I am Canadian). In case you didn’t see it, here’s Part 1 (just click here for Part 2 and Part 3).
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Tagged awareness, change, choices, daily show, expectations, finances, Identity, jon stewart, obama, stock market
Today I unpacked the last boxes from my office at home, and this got me thinking about a couple of things; #1 – why has it taken so long? and #2 – why am I calling that room my “home office”? Let me tackle those one at a time. I will say, right off the bat, that this all seemed pretty significant to me and the feeling that I had as the last few things were put on shelves (or thrown away … having realized upon re-examination that what seemed worthy of keeping was just going to be more “junk” at home) was one of true liberation. My friend Esther was coming for the weekend (and did, we had a great time) and so I needed to get those last boxes – which were cluttering up the room (more about the room in a minute) taken care of. Emptied. Sorted out. Put away. There, it’s done! I’m really not going back. I’m free!
This has been quite a remarkable day. I’ve enjoyed every minute of it and mostly I’ve been able to be pretty mindful about everything I’ve done today. Let me share this “other kind of day” with you.
I woke up rested around 6:30 this morning. There were glints of sunshine coming through the blinds which was a welcome change for sure. Over the years I’ve hung a number of things in front of my window to the world (from bed at least); mostly they are angels or fairies that have been given to me as most cherished gifts. There’s also a stained glass hanging of a Chagall that David and I received as a wedding gift (it’s especially beautiful at sunset), alongside a Dream Catcher I made one magical weekend at Herring Island (thank you Barb for that and so many wonderful moments of delight). Once I’d had my latte and toast, watched an episode of Oz, watched the news and read the paper, and finalized my plan for cooking for David’s birthday party (13 people for a Friday night dinner celebration), I bundled up and headed out to the subway.
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