Monthly Archives: September 2012

MORNING HAS BROKEN

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Morning has broken in Saskatoon.  It is beautiful just like that first morning.  The sun is out, glistening upon the fountainhead.  A chickadee is drinking from its base and then it is gone.  The morning air is cool and crisp – only 3 degrees.  Sheba steams as she relieves herself on the grass.

This is the part of the day that I love the most.  The world is still quiet, just stirring itself.  The frenzy has not yet started.  I can still think.  I can still breathe.  It is Saturday.  I hear the traffic slowly start along Preston Avenue.  Soon this madness called living will begin.

Now is the time to plan my day and not let it fall into willy nilly.  It is very cool to be a free spirit but unstructured has never worked for me.  So to keep doing the same and expecting different results would be insanity, as Dr. Phil would say.  I am making a change today.  I am going to make a to do list.  That is my first change.  It is a very small step, but a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. (from my venerable ancestor, Lao Tzu)

HELLO TO HAPPINESS

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I’m sitting here, wishing that I could get rid of the day…the excess baggage from work that often comes home with me.  And so I read and write, re-channeling my energy to a more positive outcome.  Looking at the pumped arms of the motorcyclists in the photo above guides me in a better direction. …hello to happiness, goodbye to sorrow!  Ridding my sorrows can be as easy as that.  Stop thinking.  Put in periods.   Do something else.

I came across someone’s blog tonight about bucket lists, travels and adventures.  I found myself wishing that I could be like that.  To myself, I sounded quite whiny, not an attractive trait at my mature age.  I had to do a quick inventory of my life instantly.  I did not want to feel lacking, wishing for this and wishing for that.   I needed to kick myself and tell a different story.

My life is no small story!  My bucket list is full of travels and adventures of the spirit as well as landscapes:

  1. I was born in China.  Lived in Hong Kong between 6-8 years old.
  2.  Moved to Canada at 8.
  3.  Went to university, business college, took a nursing course
  4.  Travels include NYC, Caribbean, Australia, New Zealand, Japan, revisited parts of China, Europe, Ghana…
  5. Been a waitress, secretary, cashier, nurse
  6. Am a daughter, sister, aunt, lover, mother to my dog

Isn’t that quite impressive?  And I am still kicking, fighting and laughing.

REMEMBERING JESSIE

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Perhaps it is just in the day.  It is cloudy and drizzly.  Now I have the time I crave, time that I have been wishing for, to do so many things.  But I can’t seem to move forward, cannot find what it is that I wish to do.  It is not that I’m restless,  for I feel a sense of inertia, and yet a sense of discomfort…of things left unsaid and undone.  And so here I sit.  Maybe the words will come to me.  Maybe the voice will come and tell me what it is that I want to do, what it is that I want to say.

The other day, I went to my friend’s mother’s funeral.  It seemed  as we age, the more funerals there are.  I cannot say that it was sad,  for she was 83, lived a good life and was suffering bad health the last year.  It is good that she is freed from all that.  I am happy that she is in heaven, among the stars, along with her John.

I remembered her kindness, her contributions to the community.  She was always happy to see me and welcomed me in her home.  One time I was visiting and she polished my shoes for church, along with her family’s.  Another time, she climbed the rickety stairs of my boarding house to give me a pair of lamps as wedding presents for my ill-fated marriage an eon ago.  She called herself my other mother.

Now, I think I can go on with my day.