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Keep Exploring, We Are More … What the 2010 Olympics opening ceremony meant to me

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Light a Candle With Me

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Performance – The Sheer Beauty of It

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New identity? Definitely includes “grandmother”

Pam Brown wrote:  “becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you’re just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.”  I’ll admit that the prehistoric part sort of concerns me.   I remember years and years ago when my first-born son Josh, about 4 at the time, asked me why people get married.  I gave him a far too complicated answer no doubt … about wanting the same things, loving each other, and commitment.  When I was done he stood thoughtfully for a moment and then said: “Mommy, when I grow up … if you’re not dead yet, will you marry me?”  I realized then that to him I must look very old, and I guess that’s the same with grandchildren; indeed, Art recently told his mother that Baubie was turning 80.  Ah – youth … and age  Recently I heard that a child was asked to define grandmothers and said that “grandmothers are people who are very very old … like 30 or 100“.  Okay, so if that’s the age cohort I belong to I can live with that.  Wise child.  I am grandmother to four absolutely amazing young children and the joy that they bring to my life is awesome.  Grandmother.  Yup, that’s a part of my identity that didn’t change with retirement.

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I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

Friday, July 31st (countdown to 60 – 4,000 minutes to go … but who’s counting).

I completed my MBSR course last week, just in time for my birthday.  I’m so grateful to Dr. Lucinda Sykes for her guidance through this course.  She gave me a great birthday gift in one of the things that she said to us in our last class:  “This moment is everything; this moment is your life.  Everything else is either memory or expectation.  This moment.”  Wow!  This moment is good.  No worries.  Much.

End of my 59th year

Yes, I know, yesterday I told you I was going to wait until the end of my birthday to reflect on the whole experience which might be just the thing I need to do to learn what life wants me to learn on this next day of transition.  It’s just after 8 p.m. the evening of August 2nd; being Jewish my birthday will begin at sunset tonight … about an hour from now.  I’ve had a bubble bath and washed my hair; we’ve just come back from a day and a half at the Blue Skies Music Festival which was filled with the joy of being able to be there for a while with my IMG_1755daughter and her family and sharing that with David and … bonus … reconnecting with a couple who were dear friends in my Peterborough years and talking as if we’d last spoken a few days ago but somehow had years and years of details – our lives and our childrens’ – to catch up on.  For me it is still a joy to bask in the feeling that I get sitting on a hillside, listening to bluegrass music (or perhaps Washboard Hank … who leads scores of children through all of the campsites early on Sunday morning, in costumes and with instruments) the goal being to make sure by the time they’re back there’s nobody still sleeping anywhere.  So, enough about before … about now. Continue reading

And that’s the way it is

Obit CronkiteI awoke this morning (at least fully acknowledged being awake) to the smell of a latte and an invitation from David to watch Sunday Morning together in bed.  Cleary this was going to be an unusual day since that’s something we usually do while having dinner on Sundays since David’s usually out with his running group when the show airs.  The show was a tribute to Walter Cronkite who died yesterday, leaving a legacy that is quite remarkable.  Watching this show together was like reliving our youth; we had to keep pausing the TV to talk about “where were you when” as event after event was revisited and flashes of memories sparkled and faded.  Today I have to thank Walter Cronkite both for the part he played in my life and for teaching me something important as I watched TV this morning. Continue reading

I am happy, thank you very much, and my brain is not broken

This has been a most interesting morning.

Sipping my first latte of the day I was thinking that LaptopI’d like to do some writing.  Took out my laptop, plugged it in, and entered the world that lives inside this small silver container.  I’d fallen asleep with the idea of writing about a group of women who opened so many doors and expanded opportunity for so many other women educators in Ontario, but when I started to write I just wasn’t sure how to begin.  So I decided to just wait a while and sip my coffee and read the morning paper.  I’d PVRd a PBS show on “The UltraMind Solution” and it was playing in the background.  Can you picture it?  I’m sitting in bed (with my head resting on my fabulous new 1,000 thread-count pillowcase incidentally … feels amazing) with my laptop in front of me, the newspaper to my right, the TV to my left.  Happy.

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