Winter at Dusk

It was dusk,
And I decided to wander off the beaten path, the one
that was taking me safely back home,
without much adventure.

I came across tiny footprints imprinted in the soft snow,
and followed the clues to a large open field,
guided by trees reaching into the sky, striving to be
none other than themselves.

As this pretty sight beheld me,
I felt my heart glow,
like it does to the characters on Jane the Virgin
(you know when they show that golden light around their hearts).

“I can’t believe it’s March,” I thought to myself,
as the vast Canadian winter
stretched out before me.

A woman called out to her dog “Riley, it’s time to go!”
The dog didn’t listen —
But instead stopped to scamper through the cattails
and eye me suspiciously.

I took a video for my Instagram friends
And a few pics as well.
Which filter shall I use?
Which one will bring the experience most to life,
And which one will get the most likes? (come on we all know we
think it before we post it!).

Of course I had to include a little bit of me in the clip,
placed in the middle of the scene as if in a movie.
The sky was shades of purple and blue and pink,
And I could hear an owl hooting in the background.

It was hard to leave, as it always is —
When surrounded by such beauty, and while standing in the light.
But I turned my back, knowing it still stood there,
And would still be there again tomorrow.

Keep Calm and Skate On

Yesterday afternoon I went skating near my house at the Kanata Beaver Pond. There is something about the motion of skating that is meditative, going around in circles, over and over and for some reason never wanting to stop. I even played with the hockey stick and puck that were left there by some kids, pretending I was Wayne Gretzky, racing across the ice, hoping to score that big goal.

The sun hits the ice
My skates glide smoothly along
Oops! – Was that a bump?

Here is a video of my first skate. (There is also another one of me spinning but watching it makes me dizzy!).

Later I went for a walk and basked in the beautiful weather.  A little chipmunk put on a show for me while I snapped a few photos:

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Scurrying away to gather some nuts:

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I encountered a mother and her daughter walking their dog across the frozen pond:

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The woods near my house always make me reflect, and have a haunting effect as the sun rays peek through the treetops:

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A beautiful afternoon in solitude, nature, and surrounded by beauty. When life gets a little overwhelming, keep calm and skate on!

 

 

A Walk To Remember

It was a gorgeous day today, sunny and only -3 degrees! (balmy for January in Ottawa). In the afternoon, my Mom and brother went shopping, my Dad took a nap, and I decided to take a long walk. Well initially I thought it would be a short one, but I ended up walking and exploring for over an hour and a half.

I walked through trails and along roads, to the Beaverbrook plaza, through puddles, and across a little bridge over a stream. I saw many people along the way – a woman out for a walk with her young daughter, a couple taking pictures of the sky, and a girl walking her dog.

At Beaverbrook plaza, I saw that CHEO Autism Services is opening soon. It’s so great that the plaza has become a hub for community services – there is the Lotus Centre which offers music therapy for special needs children, Main Street Community Services, and now CHEO Autism as well. It’s amazing that there are so many resources available for special needs kids and low-income families, and I can only imagine the synergies that will be created between these three organizations.

I walked over to Kumon, hoping to run into my friend Sanjit who runs the centre, but it was closed for the day. I guess the kids get a well-deserved break on Saturdays!

Eventually my legs started to tire and I walked home, snapping photos and selfies along the way. Here are a few:


When I got home, my Dad was in his PJs making tea. I went to my room and lay down on my bed to relax – just as I was getting sleepy, the doorbell rang (my Mom and brother were home), and I heard “Mitttaaaaaa….. I need you in the kitchen!”. Then the real fun began. ;-)

As It Should Be

Often times we think that things should be different than they are. ‘If only’ this wasn’t happening right now, or if that person acted differently, then we would feel better, happier, more fulfilled. Something that I try to remind myself of is that everything is exactly as it should be. There is perfection in the universe, and even in pain, there is love, and there are peonies (as my beautiful friend Gosia once said to me). There are many things I will never know the answer to, and when I get frustrated, or feel alone, or ready to tell the stories that live inside of me, then I write.

Everything is as it should be
My moonlit secrets, his lost ways
Your dance with the Truth and the little girl’s plea
Everything is as it should be
The abundance of joy and the quest to be free
I no longer think of wasted days
Everything is as it should be
My moonlit secrets, his lost ways

What helps you to accept the craziness of life? To make sense of it all?

A Divine Life

Autumn is here…. and the leaves crunching beneath my feet make me think of passion, poetry, and play. I wrote this poem a few years ago about how life is like a play, and we all play our part on this dazzling world stage. Thank you to one of my students for coming up with the title!

This play we are in is divine
So I’ll dazzle you and be so real
No need to memorize a single line
This play we are in is divine
The moon directs us to an ending so fine
I surrender to all that I feel
This play we are in is divine
So I’ll dazzle you and be so real

What is your role in this divine life? ;-)