“Sabbatical” is now my preferred name for my weeks spent on the couch. As time went by, forced to postpone all of my usual activities, I had to find new ways to amuse myself during all those hours of “free” time. The initial near-panic of seeing things taken away from me, eventually became replaced by the joy of exploring and discovering new things to see and do – all from a semi-prone position. I may even have found the answer to my own question – “Why did I fall?” Continue reading
The best signs are to be found guess where. Yes, the Philippines.
What do you do when life throws you that curve ball? When the day to day activities and pleasures that make up a life are suddenly out of reach and a new path needs to be found and navigated? Nothing for it but to try to cultivate a practice of patience, something I have been finding is not an easy thing to do.
Two weeks ago I was at the Saturday market and had a serious mis-step. Literally. Distracted by something or other (pea shoots, I think), I stepped off a curb I didn’t see and fell. Badly. One minute I was on one path, and the next I was – whoosh – on the ground looking up at a number of concerned citizens hovering over me. Everything changed. In an instant. Continue reading
“Where are you?” ask both my readers.
Where am I? Well today I was looking at the tiny roses blooming down by the beach on this grey, blustery winter day – in awe, once more of this coastal winter, so different from winters I was used to in the east. I mean, ROSES? In January? I stood on the beach looking across the Strait at nothing but grey as low clouds covered all views of Lasqueti and Texada islands and the coastal mountains of the mainland. As I did, suddenly the sun behind me pushed its way through the clouds and I stood in a lone patch of sunlight, confirming my belief that Qualicum Beach has its own private climate and perhaps so do I. Back in the day, when I lived in Ottawa, my greatest ambition was to spend the entire month of January in the house, never setting foot outside. How things change. Continue reading