“We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails”.
— Bertha Calloway
Thank goodness, 2022 is coming to a close.
I experienced wretched pain this year. But I also had some incredible experiences. I met some amazing people. I reconnected with (old) friends. You were all there when I needed you the most. Thank you.
I don't drink alcohol or use cannabis products. So to ease my pain I had conversations with friends, wrote out my thoughts, reflected. Instead of getting into a rebound relationship, I spent my days volunteering with non-profit organizations. I spent my nights exercising, keeping my mind and body healthy.
I've been single for seven months. I'm finally emotionally ready to move on. I'm entering the new year with an open heart. Bring on 2023!
I love to laugh. Who doesn't? But more importantly, there are health benefits to laughing. To inspire a spontaneous fit of chuckles and giggles, check out this classic Sesame Street clip below. It's a scream!
I just watched a documentary on the history of the automat. It's fabulous. New York, Mel Brooks, Colin Powell. It has it all. I only wish I could go to an automat for lunch... If only I had a time machine!
I noticed mental health and wellness has been a central topic in the media this December. I wasn't going to share more about my personal struggles this year. But I have been reading a lot about how sharing is important. It's cathartic but may also help someone else.
I had so many plans this summer. Being my first summer vacation in 10 years, I was excited. But plans fell through. A bad breakup will do that to you. My summer consisted of boxes of tissues and blurry eyes. Each morning I woke up -- my body aching, feeling as if I had been dragged 200 miles, kicked in the stomach and punched in the chest. The pain that radiated throughout my body was excruciating. Nothing seemed important anymore. I felt worthless and useless. It was an inner struggle to carry on every day, to see myself in the mirror, to do basic things like have a shower, get dressed and eat. I wanted to give up and give in so many times. I couldn't take the pain anymore. I even prayed to higher powers to let me slip away, to "go gentle into that good night". It was my mother that sat with me day and night. She witnessed my pain. I talked. She listened. She encouraged me to express my emotions, to "let the pain out" but not to give up on life.
Broken heart syndrome is real. I know because I experienced the symptoms. If you are going through heartbreak, reach out. Email (old) friends. Email family members. You can email me. But don't go it alone!
Let's hope 2023 is better all around, for everyone.
Indigenous peoples and communities continue to suffer at the hands of the petrochemical industry. VICE put together a documentary on the Chemical Valley in Sarnia, Ontario. I watched this documentary years ago but it is worth revisiting. When creating Land Acknowledgements, may it serve as inspiration.
horoscopes are
for the deluded
the fool lost
dreaming
caught in fake
and fantasy
always hoping
for something
but never
quite getting there
my neighbour’s elf light
and strands of twinkly bulbs
decorating their front yard
try hard but can’t compete
with the stars shining
in the midnight black sky:
nature 1, holiday decor 0.
At a recent UN biodiversity conference, the UN Secretary-General António Guterres sounded the alarm on environmental destruction. His remarks below:
Ecosystems have become playthings of profit.
With our bottomless appetite for unchecked and unequal economic growth, humanity has become a weapon of mass extinction.
We are treating nature like a toilet.
And ultimately, we are committing suicide by proxy.
O. Henry (1905) wrote a short story called, "Gifts of the Magi". Are you familiar with it? The story involves a married couple and the sacrifices they make to buy each other gifts at Christmas. Well, you're in for a real treat. In 1978, Sesame Street did their own version of this story. It's a holiday delight!
walking through
the emergency room
i have flashbacks
to last winter
spending hours, days
watching my dad
lying on a stretcher
hooked up to iv
and heart monitors
frail and scared
and me escaping
every now and again
into a dimly lit hallway
so he wouldn’t see
my face splashed
with tears
I usually don't post on my blog about celebrities, but I felt this was appropriate. I just heard the news about Céline Dion's rare neurological condition, stiff-person syndrome.
Céline's amazing voice and music have been a part of my life since I was a pre-teen. I have relied on her songs to get me through some of my darkest days, giving me "courage" and inspiration to continue on.
I send my love to Céline and her family at this time.
Dabney Coleman plays Tom Hank's father in the film, You've Got Mail. In the dialogue excerpt below, Coleman talks to Hanks about how he is getting divorced for the second or third or forth time.
most of the year
my body was
drenched in gasoline
he just lit the match
that set me on fire
burning at the stake
inferno:
maybe
december snowflakes
can put out the blaze.
in the great hall
the architecture is exquisite
[circa 1920s]
i stand admiring
as people text and talk
with one eye on the clock
a sense of hurry and hustle
endless motion and distraction
and me depending on you
to figure out where we are going
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