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Saturday, December 20, 2014

Personalities

When I think of spirit 
I think of bright and sassy

When I think of spirit
I think of calm and quiet

When I think of spirit
I think of creativity and play

When I think of spirit
I think of shape and form

When I think of spirit
I think of laughter and fun

When I think of spirit
I think of qualities within each of us.

“Look beneath the surface; let not the several 
quality of a thing nor it’s worth escape thee.”
~ Marcus Aurelius,  Meditations

Thursday, December 18, 2014

And the Screen goes Black!

Technology hums along 
Sending and receiving messages and information
Speeding up work with electronic systems and programs
Making colourful busy play literally at many finger tips

Until programs freeze and screens go black
Our spirits freeze, our eyes glaze over, paralysis threatens

Then ~ we must resort to ‘old school ways’
Paper, pencil, telephone - and heaven forbid!  
Face to face talking - real communication with each other - real people
Real board games...real card games

Technology is fascinating and amazing
Technology has enticed us away from living with each other, 
isolating us within our own homes and circles
Technology has offered us so much connection with each other,
connections that were lost when miles were too great
Technology hums along but only at our own whims or needs.

“It has become appallingly obvious that 
our technology has exceeded our humanity.”
~ Albert Einstein

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Second Re-Post of Mr. Snappy’s Christmas Adventure

Re-Post of Mr. Snappy’s Christmas Adventure

Mr. Snappy, the old snapping turtle, slowly closed big dark glassy eyes. His big swaying head disappeared into the safety of his cozy shell. Just settling into his afternoon nap, he heard snuffling at the edges of his shell.  

Then he was violently rocked back and forth!  Snapping his head out from under his shell with powerful neck muscles, he growled:  “What’s going on out here!? Didn’t you see that my shell was closed for the afternoon!? That means I’m not home! Not available for your silly games. Remember!?”

It was Ellie. A very excited little grey elephant. Ellie cried out to the old turtle  “Mr. Snappy! Mr. Snappy! It’s Christmas time in the human’s village!”

“Christmas time!” Snappy snorted through his sharp, curved mouth. “Why did you wake me up for that? It’s Christmas time every year at this time. And every year some humans are happy and some humans are sad. And a lot of humans get things that they don’t even need or want. All I need and want is some peace and quiet so I can take a nap! So go away and leave me alone!”

Ellie, the little grey elephant pouted “But Mr. Snappy, the human children down at the oasis are having so much fun gathering all manner of things. They said they’re going to decorate their homes for Christmas. They’re having so much fun! What is Christmas anyway?” Sighing and tipping her little grey head, grey floppy ears to one side, her tiny, grey trunk drooped sadly.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you about it? Why don’t you go ask her and let me sleep?” Ellie was kind of scared when Mr. Snappy sounded so grumpy. “She’s gone off with the herd. She told me to come and find you. So there!”

Ellie’s mother, Mattie, matriarch of a small herd of elephants, was an old friend of Mr. Snappy. About the same age, Mattie and Mr. Snappy had grown up together remaining fast friends for many years. So, when Mattie had matriarch duties to attend to, she sent Ellie to stay with Mr. Snappy.  

Ellie was always proud that she gone on her own. She didn’t know that her mother kept her in sight until Ellie was safely there. Ellie liked her visits with Mr. Snappy partly because she was taller than he was, but mostly she liked Mr. Snappy’s stories. At home with the herd all she saw was dumb old elephant legs. Everyone was taller than she was.

“Mr. Snappy, you can’t nap now. You have to tell me about Christmas.  Mother said that you knew all about it!” With that she plopped down on her soft grey bottom, threw her little trunk up in the air and started to cry. It was a funny braying sound making the stalks of grass quiver and Mr. Snappy shiver. Big tears rolled down her little elephant cheeks.  

“There, there.  Don’t cry.” The gruff old voice had softened, but only a bit. “I’ll tell you what I know. It happened a long time ago when I was a tiny turtle, smaller than the bottom of your foot. Then I was bright green with little dots of red. I was small, but quite handsome.”  

Mother Turtle always sheltered us very close to the oasis pond so we could slip in and out of the water easily. At night, she made sure our shells were closed up tight when it was time for us to sleep. One night, we tiny turtles had just gone to sleep when the ground started to shake so hard that it scared us wide awake! Peeking out from under my shell in the darkness, all I could see was what looked like big hairy trees with sharp rocks at the bottom. I learned later they were the long legs and hooves of camels. The very camels that would take me on an adventure." 

“Shh,” Mother Turtle whispered "The humans are talking about where they had come from and where they are going." One human in long beautiful robes said 'The star is still in the East. It hasn’t moved! It’s been the steadiest guide I have ever seen."

Mr. Snappy continued, “Mother Turtle told us the men, each from different lands, were following a bright star they had seen in the east. They had each been drawn from their different lands to follow the star's bright light that shone so steadily. Unknown to each other, the three men had finally come together at the very oasis that Mother Turtle had sheltered us in.”

“What did you do? Did your mother make you go back to sleep?” Ellie whispered.

“I only pretended to go back to sleep. As soon as I saw all the other turtle shells rocking gently in sleep, I scurried over to the closest camel. I crawled inside the sack that drooped down onto the desert sand at his side. I wanted to see where they were going. I wanted to go with them. I didn’t know that I would be going so far and would not to see my family again for many days.”

“Then what happened?” Ellie was still sitting where she had plopped when Mr. Snappy had been so grumpy with her, but now the little ears were opened like two soft grey pink lined fans. Her tears had dried up and her big brown eyes sparkled with excitement. Her little grey trunk poked the air impatiently with each pause of Snappy’s low and slow voice.   

“In the morning, three big camels, carrying their three humans on lumpy camel humps, rose slowly to their feet. The soft sack swayed, tossing me into a corner where all manner of things were jumbled together. One of the camels, Calvin, had seen me crawl aboard the following night. Hearing me sniffling in the sack at his side he groaned a deep camel groan “Don’t be afraid. I’ll take care of you.”

After two long days and two long nights through the dry desert plain, the camels finally stopped. With another groan, Calvin said “Looks like we’re here. Where ever that is.” He slowly knelt down to the ground, making sure the sack at his side was stretched out on the sand. I crawled up to the edge and listened to the camels' riders.

The first human muttered thoughtfully 'That star has led us here, but there does not look to be anything of value in this desolate looking little town!  How disappointing."

The second said "Don’t be so certain. We haven’t seen inside of any of these buildings yet." 

The third human said "Let’s take our camels to the barn for water and feed. We can stay here for the night and study where we are in the morning light."  

Mr. Snappy said  "I still couldn’t understand their words, but it sounded like one was disappointed, one was curious and the other was patient."

 “Well then, how do you know what any of them said?”  

“Calvin translated into turtle talk, of course!” Mr. Snappy snapped.

“You still haven’t told me about Christmas!”

“Slow down, little Ellie, open your ears up again and listen. We went to the barn that night, expecting it to be quiet and dark. Opening the barn doors into brightness, the three men were surprised. And there was, in the middle stall, a little human family gathered. The bright light was from the star we had followed and it shone over them. And in the manger was the tiniest human I have ever seen. He was clothed in blankets and lay on a bed of straw. That picture of Christmas has stayed with me ever since.”

“That’s Christmas?! I thought it would be something exciting like the presents that the human children are gathering”

“No little one, it’s not. Christmas is a birthday. The birthday of the human little one who carried a glowing spirit-light from that beautiful, bright star. As he grew and lived his life, he shared that spirit-light with all that needed or wanted it.”

“So humans think that presents are the just like a light?”

“Unfortunately many do. What many have not understood is that giving is the spirit-light of Christmas and is more important than all of the presents.”

“So if I give my mom a flower ~ or give you time to nap ~ am I being sort of like Christmas?”

“Yes, you certainly are.”

“But that happens any time, not on any special day.”

“I know, child. That also means that you can give Christmas presents all year long to anyone you feel like.” 

With that, Ellie set about gathering flowers in her tiny trunk to give to her mother who would soon be home. Curling her little trunk around Mr. Snappy's old brown shell she said softly “Mr. Snappy, you go for your nap now and I’ll make sure that my mom doesn’t wake you up when she comes to get me. Merry Christmas.”

“Every gift which is given, even though it be small,
is in reality great, if it is given with affection.”
~ Pindar

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Timing ~ 2


Too early and too late
Too early for memory
Too late for good-byes

What should be said
How should it be said
Is there any right time to speak love and loss

The spirit of motherhood has passed ~
early and late ~ from hands and hearts of our mothers
to those mothers remaining on this earth

Too early and too late
Too early for memory
Too late for good-byes
But never too late to live as they would have lived.

“The timing of death, like the ending of a story, 
gives a changed meaning to what preceded it.”
~ Mary Catherine Bateson

"Good on ya!" Victoria Athletic Club

Each year the Victoria Athletic Club, holds a Christmas Party for all the members and has a draw for several valuable door prizes. (Three of the draws are for Thai massage - I didn’t win any!) On top of that, they collect donations in food or dollars from each of us to go to the Mustard Seed Society here in Victoria, in a genuine spirit of giving. 

Attending tonight’s party was, for me, stepping out of my comfort zone. First, I went on my own, assuming with my fingers crossed that some of my Aquafit class would be there. Secondly, I was tempted to stay at home, which is what I too often do to keep myself small and away from the world. 

My cynical, or maybe realistic, side says ‘What a marketing tool!’ and I suppose that this party and all it’s accoutrements is a fair bit of shrewd marketing.

But my more caring side says ‘Good on ya’! The mounds and bags of donated food stuffs that were loaded on one of the large carts that carry the luggage of tourists and travellers will be welcomed at the tables of many in this city that can’t just go to the store as frequently as many of us - or maybe not at all.

The community of exercisers and swimmers, practitioners of yoga and Pilates, was a community I hadn’t seen in anything but spandex swimsuits and sweat stained t-shirts or track suits. Here we were - all dressed up for this lovely evening of great prizes, lots of conversation and laughter, good food, a variety of beverages and an opportunity for gift giving.

“It takes each of us to make a difference for all of us.”
~ Jackie Mutcheson

Sunday, December 14, 2014

The Great Airport Race

I returned to Victoria today on a wing and a prayer ~
The wing compliments of Westjet - actually two wings.
The prayer was needed for getting to the gates on time! 
First a long trudge through Regina Airport’s snaking lines at security, divesting myself of boots, jacket, laptop, etc., etc. ~ putting myself all back together before walking quickly to the first gate with a mere five minutes to spare.

Once seated on the plane, it was time to pause and read and trust the plane, the pilot and the weather. 

We landed. Quickly gather everything up and get moving! The flight attendant assured me (sort of) that I would make it. It was a tight schedule for my plane change in Calgary airport  - 
No jogging or running for this person, but striding out in the manner of the walking group was a serious asset.  
Racing up to the gate - this time with no minutes to spare, my spirit flagging and barely any breath left I boarded an already full plane. 

The kindness of my seat-mates allowed me to squeeze relatively gracefully into my window seat for another reading and napping session. Then off again into the western skies.

Phew!  
Home and hungry, my short jaunt to Regina has become another precious card for my memory file.

“Running through airports with pounds of luggage ~ that’s a good workout.”
~ Rachel McAdams