Help Others To Tell A Different Story

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A doctor after a 12 hour shift in a New York hospital with only Covid-19 patients stated, “I’m going to change my clothing and get back into my street clothes, after taking a shower and scrubbing any part of the virus from my body, if not my soul.”

None of us believed we would be faced with a situation like this but here we are. Here are our front-line workers, fighting on our behalf. Here we are with more “free time” than we know what to do with.

Maybe we can use some of that spare time to find ways to express our gratitude, although it may never be enough, to those working tirelessly on our behalf to care for our sick, loved ones; for those who are working to keep us safe; for those who are behind the scenes coordinating our front-line workers; for those who are scrambling to find a vaccination or a cure.

Maybe we can use some of our free time to find ways that will lead to the telling of a different story than before. A story where we do not sleep walk through life. A story where we really see and acknowledge each other. A story where we know beyond any doubt, and embody, the essence of the African term, Ubuntu, “I am because we all are.” We don’t have to live in fear. Together we will pass through an exit even if we have to hobble.

Be patient. Be kind, to each other and ourselves. We will persevere.

This Is Not My City :)

On a recent trip to northern Alberta to visit family over Easter weekend, I was gifted with the sighting of this mama and her yearlings!
Best wishes to all in this season of new beginnings!

Mother’s Day Gratitude

Light-in-Heart

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My heart swells with gratitude for:
French toast in the morning and burgers at night
sunshine on a golf course
long distance phone calls
text messages
blonde hair, blue eyes and a big smile
yellow orchids
cupcakes with sticky icing
Dutch accents
watching Game of Thrones
laughing about Game of Thrones
hugs
gently falling rain

Camelot

I am blindfolded on a plank.
My hands crisscrossed. A sword in each.
The sky drizzles sorrow around me.

I need to take my blindfold off.
I must break free from this bondage.
A knight in full armour arrives.
Together we escape.

We drink from the cup of life.
My life is blessed. As I move down
the path of life, I walk alongside
my knight. We protect each other.

A chariot rolls by. We nod and smile.
A white rose is tossed from the driver
and lands at my feet.

As I bend to pick up the flower
a wizard appears holding a jewelled
chalice in his hands. Stars burst
from the cup. Dragons flame forth.
Crows and fairies fly forward, upward
to the clouds. I stand in awe and
bow to the truth.

A rider on a beautiful white horse
approaches with an offering. My knight
allows him to pass and I accept the
offering. Streams of water flow from
an emerald cup.

My bonds have been broken. I am
protected by all who have come before
me, and all who are to follow.

Searching for Joy

Question-Mark

Can you help me?
I have lost something valuable
precious to me
I’m looking for something
that makes me laugh
feel happy
but more than that

something to add
a lightness to my day
a skip to my step
I am looking for something
to put a smile on my lips
and a grin on my heart

I am looking for something
that will let me see the world
through eyes of wonder
to offer gratitude for the grace
and beauty that surround me
to see beyond hurt pain
misery that can surface in life

I am looking to mend a chink in my armor
to add laughter to my arsenal
a key ingredient
an effervescent effusive
bubbling expression of deep joy
that cannot remain contained
sending contagious vibrations
outward
instantly recognizable by others

I have lost something valuable
precious to me
Can you help?

Reservoir

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(image credit: selflovewarrior.com)

Family and friends encircle
bestow comfort, warmth
add protective layer of strength

My heart swells with gratitude
reservoir filling
to nourish and quench in times of need
times when heartache withers
times of miscommunication or drought of silence

Yesterday’s troubles remain
not willing to leave without a fight
but they cower
in the presence of hope