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Saturday, November 24, 2018

Reconciliation



If I looked at her with 
the old eyes of stereotype
without peace in my heart
I would see an insult to humanity with 
long scraggly hair, frumpy baggy skin
hunched and meaningless. 

If I looked at her with ancient eyes
full of wisdom and compassion
I would see a strong, gentle soul shine
with her smile, the soft light in her eyes
and her kind, unwavering voice.


“Reconciliation is a part of the healing process, but how 
can there be healing when the wounds are still being inflicted?”
~ N.K.Jemisin

Friday, November 23, 2018

Somedays




Somedays
I feel like a lab rat trapped 
inside the maze of my skin
feeling all the twinges of my age
not serious twinges but enough that
I hear whispers - 'Scurry off to a doctor.'
'Tell me what's really wrong.'

Somedays
I know that my nursing wisdom 
tells me that there are a million reasons
for each twinge, ache or pain and that 
asking for machines to beep and buzz
is not a good use of our health care system.

Somedays
I get scared and know that
my twinges will result in 
fatal disease or major surgery,
chronic consequences filled 
with pain and disability

Somedays
I feel like an explorer
investigating the depths of my body
ferreting out forgotten strengths
finding that I am not trapped but
I am healthy with no need for labels or prescriptions.

Somedays
my inner wisdom may grow weak
but if I breathe deeply it glows with strength 
finding peace for soul and family, 
healing for body and mind 
knowing that a twinge may just be a twinge.

“It's never too late to learn some embarrassingly basic, 
stupidly obvious things about oneself.”
~ Alain de Botton

Thursday, November 22, 2018

Lab Test Blues

**This is for all of us in health care that know too much but not enough!  

Lab Test Blues

Don’t look at the numbers
unless you know how you feel

Don’t look at the numbers
if you are only curious.

Don’t look at the numbers
to see if your intuition is right or wrong.

Don’t give the numbers 
the value of your fears.

Do give the numbers
a peaceful perspective.

“Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, 
but then for the love of God, tell a joke.”
~ Joss Whedon

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Self-Stigma


I tighten up inside
my peace of mind shatters
when a compliment is offered
wanting to catch it
savour it’s sweetness
until fear intrudes
with innuendos of
‘not the truth’
‘it wasn’t that good’
‘you’ll never do it again’
so the bouquet is tossed aside 
without vase or water
until my heart pushes aside the fear.


“Self-stigma can be just as big a problem as the negative attitudes of others.”
~ Megan A. Arroll

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Back Alley Levels



Taking the carpeted back alley 
past doors closed against early morning
past bronze banks of mail boxes
to the laundromat ~
not on a Main Street  ~
but in the sculpted basement
where cars park underground  
where machinery runs the elevator
under houses with different names ~
condos, suites or apartments ~
are seldom recognized
as the homes that they truly are.


“Home is where we tie one end of the thread of life.”
~ Martin Buxbaum


** This piece was inspired by going to the laundry room this morning - the only peace I could find is that I now have clean clothes - but I was unable to include the word 'peace'!  

Monday, November 19, 2018

On a Morning Walk - Down Cook Street Morning



On a bright sunny day
I walked
Cold air reddened my cheeks

‘You goin’ for a walk?’
Shorts, backpack and a smile
‘Meeting my walking group.’

She emptied a silver planter.
‘Good morning.’
She smiled and nodded back.

The little guy sat outside a Starbucks.
Folded his arms and scrunched up his little legs.
His mom smiled at me and said ‘He thinks he likes coffee.’

I looked for the man who sat under a tree.
His spot was empty save for his little seat of cardboard
I hope he was able to get to his mom’s funeral.

Passing shops, medical office, optometry still quiet
Quick window shopping only this morning
Passersby chatting as they walked

A worksite still and waiting for workmen
Shovels stored neatly against a dirt wall
Bits of styrofoam and wood strewn on the ground.

If I had had a GPS on this peaceful morning
It’s computer speak would say: ‘You have reached 
your destination.’ ~ to begin my Monday walk with friends.

“Be present in all things and thankful for all things.”
~ Maya Angelou

Sunday, November 18, 2018

To Speak Kindly




This morning I spoke kindly….
to my healing left knee….

Joints, pulled and danced by ligament and muscle,
move me forward into a life I have chosen ~ always ready to bend, straighten and flex the instant I command.

When the fear of incapacity
bleeds through my soul
disrupting the peace I have found
I become cautious and grateful.

So, though it may sound odd,
I will speak kindly to my body ~ 
she carries my mind, heart and soul
wherever I ask her to go.

“The body is our general medium for having a world.”
~ Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of Perception

On and Afternoon Walk - Right or Left

An open Saturday.
Only one appointment downtown just to get my hair done. Other plans? Experience the annual Gingerbread Show on my way home. Walk past the koi pond, walk down Humbolt St. under trees still divesting themselves of their gold ~ just taking my time ~ Good idea right? Home to……..oh yes, soup. Not just broth but making black bean soup with some of the broth. So when I left Arq Hair Salon I turned right instead of left. Several blocks later I was in Chinatown for a few fresh ingredients for my Black Bean SoupAll I needed ~ jalapeño peppers, a lime and a head of garlic. The Chinese market was packed with shelves sagging with cans and jars of pickled vegetables, dried noodles, boxes of teas and items I was completely unfamiliar with. Outside in boxes, baskets and on shelves were a multitude of Asian vegetables - daikon radish, green onions, bok choy were only a few that I recognized. I did get my jalapeños, garlic and lime and returned home.

The rest of the evening has been a peaceful one. There is nothing like cooking ~ tonight I finished the chicken broth, created the black bean soup and made (and ate) red wine poached salmon (first time) with asparagus. And I used rosemary from the front yard. There was much ‘quality control’ done throughout the whole process.

“The smells of slow cooking spread around the house and impart 
a unique warmth match only by the flavour of the food.”
~ Yotam Ottolenghi