Cherry Pie Can Slow You Down

Cherry Pie Can Slow You Down

The act of performing well planned efficient errands to me is an art form.  I start with the Post-It Note (I so love this invention). Then I plan my route. The ultimate high is when I design one where there are only right turns, no crossing traffic – I know, very impressive. Parking, I must confess I possess no passion for this exercise. I choose a spot where I drive through, no backing up. Again a time saver. I park a distance from the store with less people to look out for when landing and during take off and the opportunity for more steps. Yes, I incorporate exercise into my errand regime. Once inside I power walk. Amazing, I love it. No dawdling, focused, with a clear intention. Covid 19 has pretty much destroyed my polished and perfected errand maneuvers. Rather than five locations, I may only attempt two to three. Then there are the arrows. Following the plan means more steps, yeah, but does take more time. When I reach an empty aisle, this is my break away and I unleash the power walk strut.  The social distancing asks you to have more patience. However, when I encounter the couple who park their cart in the middle of the aisle and each partner is on an opposite side, thus creating an aisle block, my hospitality experience comes in handy. I first bless the ‘thoughtless’ souls and then I inform them with a compassionate tone. “I’m just squeezing by you.” “I’m behind you.” “I’m coming on your left.” It brings them back to the reality that there are still...
The Sky is Falling or Fall is Coming

The Sky is Falling or Fall is Coming

As I walk through the community gardens, beneath some very stately oak trees the ground is blanketed with discarded leaves and as I value the energy of the oak I stoop to pick some up and then sit with my handful of nature. As I sit the air begins to rain acorns. A new cycle is approaching. Returning home with my fallen treasures, I sit to write and enjoy a morning coffee, the trees are in chaos with energetic squirrels. Black walnuts are dropping and as much as I attempt to focus, I am met with the walnuts encased in their lime green shell rolling along my terrace and up against my feet. There is no escaping. A new season is speaking. The sky is not falling. Fall is simply coming. The air has cooled and the humidity has lifted. The odd leaf has raced ahead and changed to red. Energy in its natural flow does not simply switch on and off.  It eases into and out of. Before you come down with the cold, you feel overwhelmed, overtired. Your system  whispers to you, before it screams with sneezing , an aching body and chills. Before the ceiling collapses, a brown ring forms, perhaps a subtle drip of water and possibly a bulge in the material that holds it all together. Before you have to cut back and come to terms with overspending, you know you used your credit card more than your bank account. Before someone screams and runs out the door, you know the relationship is in jeopardy. There are so many early signs to what may...
Humour on The Cabot Trail

Humour on The Cabot Trail

I am travelling the Cabot Trail in Nova Scotia, 2008. Not an easy drive for me. Up the sides of cliffs, steep embankments is my absolute worst experience. I have never found any enjoyment out of this. To say the least, my kryptonite. We drive and we drive. And besides watching my own life flash before my eyes, I am thinking of the lifestyle of those few and far between homes I am seeing. No stores, no gas stations, nothing. Finally we land at a small variety store, that doesn’t have much variety. Outside in the parking lot are these signs. Signs reserved for specific requirements. And I laugh. I go inside and my first question is. Where do you shop? The woman behind the counter tells me they make an order for all their needs six months at a time. Everything. How much toothpaste, soap, toilet paper etc. that they will need. Especially in the winter, because they may not be going anywhere. I return to the car and I look at the signs and I laugh. Regardless of what is happening – there is always the ability – the choice, to have a sense of humour. The other day while scanning my files searching for something, I cam across these photos and once again I’m laughing at the uniqueness of this experience.  Someone designed these signs and put them in place to create laughter and imagine how many people driving the Cabot Trail, thinking how hard life is there and pulling into this convenience store, that isn’t all that convenient, to see these signs and laugh. Like...
Rabbit Medicine

Rabbit Medicine

Over the past few months, several people I’ve chatted with have mentioned an abundance of Rabbit sitings, likewise myself. Rabbits can bring us various messages. Fertility and new life is prominent.  The Rabbit knows how to protect itself from predators. It will nestle in and tells us there are times when it is necessary to keep plans safe and not feel the need to share your every move. Also, not to box yourself in. There are times when opportunities will present themselves for brief moments. Rabbits can go from a frozen state into great speed with rapid turns and being able to double back if necessary. The 28 day cycle, which is connected to the lunar cycle can be relevant and will manifest in your life. It is the length of time that the young rabbits are ready to go on their own and will even be pushed out if a new litter is on the way. You may be asked to pay attention to your diet choices, as Rabbits are vegetarian. Rabbit alerts you to pay attention, be aware, awake to the signs that present themselves. Attune to lunar and tide cycles in your life. They will assist you with the flow of  your creativity. Rabbit is associated with Fear. Ask yourself what you are afraid of. From the source Medicine Cards there is an exercise. Write your fears down. Breathe into them. Feel them running through your body into Mother Earth as a give-away. The Rabbit is very much associated with the Faerie Realm. Like in Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland the White Rabbit leads Alice down...
I Bought A Bike

I Bought A Bike

Covid 19 arrived and we all went home. Each morning I decided to walk, like so many others. To get out, breathe, move. Those on their bikes sparked something in me. A memory of bike riding some thirty years ago. I decided to buy a bike. I had some specifics, I wanted to meet. Price, style, to come assembled, warranty and servicing. I found a sky blue, cruiser style bike, that met what I needed.The stats listed that the age for riding this design was up to ninety years of age! I was good to go.  After my first ride the handle bars and seat were exceptionally loose. Back I went to the store. The inner workings of the handlebars were defective. The bike was returned and arrangements were made for me to pick up a replacement at another location.  I picked up the second bike, got home and again the seat became loose immediately, and there were a few scratches (on a bike that had just been assembled).  Back I go again. But just before I ventured back to the store, I sat down. “What is going on here?”  I found the bike I wanted, at a discount, assembled with warranty and servicing. Happy. Then I began to contradict and resist what I had manifested.  Which brought me problems, that went with feelings of undeserving.  I felt judgement. No – that’s not correct. I decided to judge myself, as if others were judging me. It goes like this. “A bike? Is that really something you should be spending your money on?” I stopped and realigned to deserving my...