Monthly Archives: December 2010

Welcome, 2011

According to the Gregorian calendar, tonight is the last night of the year 2010. Tomorrow we greet 2011.

January first is the biggest holiday in Japan. In order to get off to a fresh start in the new year, Japanese people traditionally do their deepest house cleaning in the days and hours before midnight tonight. They also take a more thorough bath, wash all their clothes, and so forth, in order to set the right tone for the first day of the new year.  Then, on waking up on New Year’s Day, the first everything is considered representative for the whole year: first dream (hatsuyume), first sunrise, first bus ride, etc. It’s good to start the new year with a smile, just so you know.

According to the Chinese zodiac, we will enter the Year of the Rabbit in February. I was born in the year of the (water) rabbit, so this will be my fifth time to be alive during a year of the rabbit, the first being the year I was born: 1963. I hope the Chinese astrologers are right in saying that 2011 will be a time of peacefulness and diplomacy. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

I very much enjoyed celebrating New Year’s Day in Japan. One custom I really like is that of sending out special postcards to all your friends, relatives and associates. This year the nengajoo will have pictures of rabbits on them. The postcards I sent when I was in Japan had oxen on them.

The other custom I enjoyed was the making of o-mochi, a traditional sweet made from rice and sweet red bean paste. To make it, you put cooked rice in a hollowed out tree stump and mash it by pounding it over and over with a big wooden mallet.

In fact, did you know that when Japanese children look up at a full moon at night, they don’t see a man in the moon? They see a rabbit pounding mochi.

Happy New Year, everyone.  Please share how you are celebrating it. Are you setting an intention word for the year? Making resolutions? Do you celebrate the new year now or on the first day of spring in accordance with the many earth-based traditions?

Everything Leads Me Back to This

Everything I learn and everything I do and everything I read keeps bringing me back to the same truth, an unacknowledged truth, a truth not yet widely accepted by the mainstream. This truth is making inroads, though. And it keeps calling to me over and over.

Just now, after a busy day of lunch with a friend followed by helping Sylvain interview PSWs, I turned on a reading lamp and settled in on the sofa to continue my new English pedagogy book, Teaching Unplugged: Dogme in English Language Teaching. There I was just reading along, highlighting one or two important phrases or concepts per page with my yellow highlighter, when I hit a term that made me drop the book and reach for the laptop.  Must Google this NOW: ‘order-for-free.’

Which brought me to this webpage,…

which blew my little mind as I devoured every word and made me go, “Oooooh, of COURSE!”

And led me to the Wikipedia page about Stuart Kauffman,…

Which sent me into more fish-out-of-water type spasms (lots of gasping and opening of the mouth).

Every time I’ve had to listen to (or read about, or whatever) the age-old Darwinism versus Creationism debates, there has been a little voice at the back of my head saying, “There’s got to be more to it than that.”

For the most part, I swallowed the Darwinian model because it was more compatible with my personal world view. But there was always that niggling feeling that something was missing…something really essential. It was always a lot to buy… that everything we see around us, from moths with faces on their wings to the human brain, could be explained purely via natural selection plus oodles and oodles of time. Millions of years. Okay, sure. But still!

Did you ever feel like that? Like story #1 sounded pretty far-fetched and story #2 sounded a lot better, but you were waiting for story #3?

In just half a dozen paragraphs, Stuart Kauffman has completely satisfied all my misgivings and has provided story number three.

Immediately it occurs to me that in a sense, the Creationists were closer to the truth than the Darwinists. Hungrily, I scan the list of Kauffman’s publications to see what I can read next. And there it is:

Reinventing the Sacred: A New View of Science, Reason and Religion.

Winter Sun

The sun is shining. There are two ice fishing huts set up at the marina within view of where I am sitting now. Between here and Peche Island are rafts of Common Goldeneye, Canada Geese and Mallards.  In the protected areas of the marina and close to the island are a dozen or more Mute Swans.

The flocks of hundreds of Ring-billed Gulls have mostly dissipated, but those few that remain seem still to be catching small fish with dependable success.

A funk that settled over me two days ago in connection with my hormonal cycles has finally begun to lift. Funny, when I’m in the middle of the blues, it feels as if my life is over and I may as well just resign from the planet. It’s such a relief when the energy begins to flow back to me once again and my perspective undergoes that subtle but essential shift from “why?” to “why not?”

I am surrounded by stacks of cards and letters to be answered (a six-month accumulation), blank cards and stationery, my pens, stamps and address book. After such a long absence from snail mail world, I’m finding it a bit difficult to resume the practice.

In my kitchen is the third of three pecan pies. I finally got the crust right on the third one. The first two were consumed on the 25th by Sylvain’s close and extended family.  A big batch of broccoli cheddar potato soup is in the fridge. Tonight I’m making a mushroom and spinach quiche. This time I will try the vodka trick for a flaky crust since we found a quarter of a bottle in Sylvain’s cold storage room.

Though I initially did not know what to do with a 16-day break from work, it’s been nice having time to cook and bake.

Very shortly I will head over to the next town for my weekly hospice respite visit.

How are you?

Common Goldeneye

Mute Swans and Canada Goose

Ice Fishers at Marina

Swans and Common Goldeneyes at Peche Island

Progress Report (We Have Till Oscars Night)

My favourite so far has been The King’s Speech.

Are there any other cinephiles out there with a compulsion for seeing all the potential Oscar nominees before awards night?

Happy Birthday, Mom

My mom turned 80 on Friday. I am so glad that she is healthy and active. What a blessing. The members of my family seem either to drop dead before they are 50, or they live well into their 90s. Lifestyle seems to have little to do with it.

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I have a question for you. Is there a product that you will not buy until and unless you can find it in your favourite brand? If so, what is it and what is the brand that has earned your loyalty?

For example, some people will not buy any mayonnaise except Hellman’s, or any cream cheese but Philly.

You?

 

 

Snowflakes

More than anything else today, I wanted to sit for hours at the old oak table making paper snowflakes. But before I am allowed to start a new mess, I make myself clean up old ones.

I went around the house and tackled all the little stacks of papers, magazines and books one at a time. What needed shelving, I shelved. What needed recycling, I recycled. What needed filing, I filed. What was left were four action items, so I executed those chores and then filed or recycled the paper.

The result of two hours’ work was a clean apartment ready for snowflake making.

Sylvain called me in the early afternoon because he needed my help picking out a new kitchen faucet. I managed to survive the trip through three large chain hardware stores. We found the faucet and did my grocery shopping, to boot.

In the evening I started a batch of Moosewood rusks. Sylvain came over and loved the snowflakes so much that he wanted to make some with me! We sipped Barefoot Bubbly (a gift from our dinner guests of the other night) and created little paper wonders to cover the windows. They are much better than snowflakes I’ve made in years past because I now know how to make six-sided snowflakes, which are truer to real snow crystals.

What’s really fun is to go to a website like the one about Snowflake Bentley and use photos of real snowflakes as inspiration for the designs. Another fun site is Make-a-Flake, where you can use virtual scissors to practice your flake designing skills. (You may have to hit RELOAD if the page doesn’t load the first time.) And here is a site where you can download and print templates to cut out.

The Metaphorical Turns Physical

I was waking up, beginning to move about, draw a bath. My little black electronic thingie went BONG, meaning I had a text from Sylvain. It read:

“Good morning. People living in ‘buildings facing the marina and Lake St. Clair’ are reporting to the radio station that a large bright green meteor streaked into the lake last night at around 10 p.m.  Did you see it?”

A Shower of Astonishing Alignments

This is going to be a long and possibly boring post; you may want to skip it. This is material I would normally put in a private journal, but for some reason I want to put it here even though it will be a long and rambling, unedited, unstructured first draft. I am just documenting things for the sake of the record that they took place. The past 48-hour period has been… one amazing thing after another.

#1 – The students turn dark to light

On Friday I filled in for the Level 3/4 teacher in the afternoon. We were learning to use transition words in structuring paragraphs. I found a neat exercise where I put them in groups of four or five and give each group a sentence with which to start a story. They have to come up with twelve more sentences to complete the story while using their new words (e.g. therefore, as a result, nonetheless, first, next, in conclusion). But all the opening sentences on the worksheet were so pessimistic. One was “Scientists have discovered that three days from now the sun will explode and the earth will be destroyed.” Another was, “The students decided that they hated their teacher.” All six sentences were similarly negative! I didn’t have time to write substitute sentences for all of them, so I went into class with most of them in tact.

To my wonder and delight, the group who got the exploding sun scenario ended their story with people praying to God for a miracle. Other groups took their dismal story beginnings in the direction of the Light, as well. I had no idea this would happen.

The next exercise involved their writing paragraphs entitled “My favourite place.” Three or four of the students named church or mosque as their favourite place. I went from desk to desk reading descriptions of chapels, gardens and prayer rooms where my students describe feeling at peace.

#2 – Meeting an Earth Angel

As I said, I was drawn to a new couple (recent immigrants to Canada) at our language practice circle and ended up visiting them at their apartment and then, at the end of my visit, inviting them to dinner at my place. I was aware that this was out of character for me and was also aware that I didn’t yet know why I was drawn to them.

When we exchanged emails, I noticed the footer was very religious. When I visited them at their place, just about the first question out of E’s mouth was, “Do you believe in God?” I spent the next 15 minutes or so recounting the story of my awakening.

Between that day and their coming to dinner, we exchanged a few emails. In trying to explain why my next free night wasn’t for two weeks, I shared some of the things I’m involved in, including the ACIM group that meets at my place, palliative care training, etc.

Last night we shared a meal with E and his partner G, while I acted as Spanish-English interpreter for Sylvain and G. They asked me what ACIM is about. I did my best to explain it, though abstract concepts are a challenge in a second language. E then spent the next couple of hours sharing the story of his awakening and the many miracles that have followed. Their life today is one miracle after the other, they told us, from coming to Canada to how God continues to provide for their every need…right down to the other day when they prayed about not having cups to drink out of only to get a knock on the door the next day from my coworker who had come bearing a housewarming gift: a set up cups.

I can’t share all of what he shared because it’s private and his identity is only thinly veiled. But it was intense, way out there. It was also all couched in the framework of Catholicism, healings, intercessions and saints. I have very few dealings with or knowledge of that world and have only known two truly devout (by my definition) Catholics in my life. Both of them are far away now, and we rarely have contact.

Before they left, E gave us both some advice. He said that before we go to sleep at night, we should pray and ask God to give us nocturnal instructions.

And so I did that.

In the morning I awoke in a rare state of lucid dreaming that continued after I awoke, something that has happened two or three times in my life. Everything was vivid and easily recalled. This triggered a spiritual revelation that brought tears. Then I reached for my BlackBerry–I don’t know why–and saw that I had a message from the friend of a dear friend (one of the two devout Catholic friends with whom I have contact only rarely…the last time was over a year ago). He informed me of a bad accident my friend had this year and asked for my prayers for her healing and also for help with the canonization of a saint. If this saint heals her, that miracle will help count toward his possible canonization.

I shook my head in wonder. (And yes, I prayed.)

There was also a message from a friend who had asked to accompany me to Unity saying she wasn’t coming with me after all.

I went into the bathroom, where I keep three books so that reading the day’s lessons and meditations comes right after brushing my teeth but before bathing. The Daily Meditation for December 12 spoke directly to a problem–one I’d been struggling with for a few days.  (Challenging relationships.) I realized that the problem was being created by ego and the solution was in opening to the Holy Spirit, to use the terminology of the resources. This was a powerful and difficult revelation because I don’t want to listen to this answer. This answer requires me to swallow my pride and go along with something that my ego says I shouldn’t have to go along with. But I do feel Love calling me to try the other way.

# 3 – Meeting T

I went to my new church.  Snow was falling fast, requiring my windshield wipers to be on medium-high. The message spoke to me so loudly that I had to take a pen out of my purse and start taking notes.

Where does God fit in this challenge? Arlene spoke of challenging relationships. We are called to let go of how we think it should be… Give birth to your own Christ nature.

Sitting there listening to the sermon I realized that my so-called “problem” is not about the other person (the one I find challenging); it’s about me and Sylvain, about our hearts. We have a limitless capacity for Love. It is within our power to bring harmony into a situation. Bring forth the Divinity in others. Be at peace in the midst of the chaos. Arlene brought up the quote: “Live in such a way that those who know you but don’t know God come to know God because they know you.”

After the service I felt inexplicably drawn to two people, a man who’s been attending for some years and his guest who was there for the first time. We went together to the fellowship room for coffee and treats. Since he is blind and his friend ran off to get his free book from the bookstore, I offered to bring him a plate. We sat and talked. The “coincidences” kept coming. By this point I was starting to feel like a star gazer during a meteor shower. The Tai Chi teacher he’s been hoping to hook up with is the co-leader of my meditation group and the co-leader of the ACIM group that meets at my home on Sundays. Pretty soon we were exchanging emails so that I can send him the meditation group details. I mentioned that I just finished a Reiki course. He practices Reiki and can hook me up with other Reiki sharing circles outside of the one I attend through hospice. (This is key for me because my experience during the training left something to be desired and I have been searching for the missing puzzle piece.)  He is interested in learning Therapeutic Touch and wondered aloud if I knew when/where that is offered. Yes, I just got notice of a new class starting soon via my Hospice newsletter.

The next thing I knew, there was a man standing at our table saying that he teaches yoga at the same community centre where my friend G teaches Tai Chi. Of course they know each other well and in fact ran into each other the other day in the parking lot of my building. Mind you, this church is a good 14 km from my home…about as far away from my end of town as you can get and still be in this city.

And then before I knew it, I was mentioning (I don’t know why… I haven’t mentioned this to anyone except Sylvain before) Rick’s wife Julia’s latest book. T asked me if I knew where he could get his hands on it. I said through Amazon, Saint Martin’s Press or any bookstore. He mumbled something about needing audio format. Okay, here’s where it gets really freaky. I just happen to have a PDF of the book THAT TALKS. I discovered BY ACCIDENT one day that the PDF will read itself to you (View – Read Aloud). Are there any accidents???

By this time I’m starting to hum the Twilight Zone theme.

My cell phone rang. It was Sylvain asking me to let him know when I’d arrived home safely, as roads were slippery. My new friend T commented that Sylvain must be a very caring person. “He’s amazing. Yes, very caring.”

I left with two invitations to the December 20th Christmas Candlelight Service. I don’t yet know whom they are meant for.

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I brushed the snow off my car and went shopping for my baking ingredients. I love that I had so many hours before people were to arrive at my house. I could spend two hours in the bulk good store slowly wandering the aisles if I so chose.

Back home again. The phone rang mid-way through the second batch of very ginger cookies. It was one of our group of seven cancelling due to the inclement weather. Then I noticed a voice mail flashing. It was from the group facilitators saying they also were not coming. I caught myself hoping the remaining couple would still show up.

They did.

They removed their coats and began settling in the living area. I was still in the kitchen when I overheard L telling Sylvain about a book they had found at Value Village (a second-hand store) today. “Is this any good?” she was asking. “Can we use this with ACIM?”

It’s one of the three books in my bathroom that I read from each morning (Thank you, O).

“We couldn’t believe it,” she said. “I was looking for a romance novel for my daughter. It stuck out among the tattered novels. It’s brand new, never even been cracked open.”

She then proceeded to read today’s passage aloud to Sylvain. I stopped her so that I could whisper something to Sylvain. I told him that this passage had given me an answer to my dilemma…one he knows I’d been grappling with. I asked L to begin again from the start. She did.

I shared the (so-called) problem and each of them became my teacher.

We had an awesome class with an energy much different from when all the members are in the room. It was good. They were free and spontaneous  in a way that doesn’t happen as much when the official teachers are in the room.

At Sylvain’s request, we talked about the passage that says, “I seem to have problems only because I am misusing time. I believe that the problem comes first, and time must elapse before it can be worked out. I do not see the problem and the answer as simultaneous in their occurrence.”

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I have to head to bed now, or I’m sure I could sit here and remember eleven more astonishing alignments from my day.

Freedom in Simplicity

I realized about a week or two ago that it’s time for me to prune away all the unnecessary activities, any stressors and all mental and physical clutter from my life. I had begun to do too much.

I have my respite visiting on Tuesday after work and was for several weeks going to a night class on Wednesdays. Thursday evenings was Spanglish club, and Friday was date night. Sunday mornings I now attend Unity Church, and the ACIM group meets in my home that evening. Somewhere between the two, I find time to do my grocery shopping and bake something. I was beginning to feel too rushed and too scattered.  I have no idea how people with kids do it: taxiing little people to hockey games, scout meetings, swimming lessons; cooking for a family and packing little lunches; being home in time to feed pets.

That is not for me.  As soon as I notice that I’m beginning to feel harried or stretched, irritable or tired, I know to reel things back in.

Here are some things I do to keep my life calm and stress-free:

Retire early and get enough sleep (not having a TV helps with this, though I struggle to peel myself away from the Internet at night).

Stay hydrated.

Keep my environment clutter-free.

  • When I buy a new garment or two, I take an equal number of garments that I no longer wear to the donation box. I do this immediately by putting the items in the trunk of my car and dropping them off the next time I’m out running errands.
  • I don’t own many books. I borrow from the library or pass on books I’ve already read.
  • I purge my file cabinet often and only keep what is absolutely imperative to keep, such as documents for the next tax return and manuals for appliances. I do not keep anything out of sentimental attachment.
  • I don’t let magazines stack up. I pass them on to someone else to enjoy. Having a book and magazine exchange area in my building helps tremendously with this.
  • If the number of emails per day begins to feel overwhelming, I go through and unsubscribe to almost everything. Whew! Five emails a day. That’s better.

I don’t celebrate holidays except in ways that call to me and do not put pressure or stress on me.

I practice mindfulness throughout the day, remembering to take joy in every little action. Remembering to smile at everyone I meet. Remembering to notice my breath. Remembering to feel the steering wheel, see the gull diving for that fish, watch the way the sunlight illuminates the leaves of a tree. I am so happy to be alive.

I know my lifestyle appears bizarrely austere to some, but it sure keeps me calm and able to enjoy each precious day of life on this planet.

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Tonight dinner guests are coming. It is a couple who recently immigrated but don’t qualify for free English classes. I usually don’t warm up to members of my Spanglish club to the extent that I visit them in their homes or invite them into mine, but when I met E and G, I immediately wanted to make them feel welcome and befriended in our community.

The Coconut Curry Chicken has been in the slow cooker since noon. I’ve already cleaned the house (except for mopping the kitchen and bathroom floors, which I’ll do shortly). Later I will put together the avocado and mango salad with cilantro and lime juice. And with about 30 minutes before time to eat, I’ll put the basmati rice in my little rice cooker. Good old rice cooker! I am so grateful to my friend Miranda in Waterloo who passed it to me when her friend returned to Taiwan and no longer needed it.

Fascinating Stuff

Hans Rosling’s 200 Countries, 200 Years, 4 Minutes

I wish he had picked the US instead of China to illustrate internal chasms between richest and poorest. Still…

Makes You Go Hmmm

From my NFB newsletter:

Discover The Test Tube with David Suzuki – an online parable about our insatiable appetites, the fallacy of growth, and the things we can and cannot change. By combining interactive video with live data pulled from Twitter, the story illustrates the problems of increasing consumption and unfettered growth, as well as how all 7 billion of us are connected by a simple mathematical reality.

Windsorites Make Me Proud

Sylvain and I went to Sand Point Beach at 1:00 today to support our friends and the Downtown Mission fundraiser, the Polar Bear Dip.  Our friend J is a social worker there and her sweetheart runs the kitchen. He raised $1000 for the Mission.

What you cannot see by looking at this picture (of our smiling friend coming back out of the water after having reached the goal point) is the the crowd of spectators. We were all bundled against the frigid wind in parkas, hats, scarves and gloves. Many of us were nursing cups of hot chocolate and coffee, pressing the cups to our hands and faces just trying not to freeze our noses off.

Before the whistle blew for teams to enter the gelid water, one fellow went around with a rake to scrape the accumulation of ice away from the area where the water meets the sand. The temperature was a couple of degrees below freezing before factoring for wind chill.

The people of this city have a reputation for their big hearts, their generosity and for the high rate of volunteerism.

I believe it.

Polar Dip 2010

Things That Make Me Smile

  • Watching hundreds of gulls engaged in a feeding frenzy at the marina. It’s been going on for a couple of weeks now! We asked a fisherman what the birds are catching just under the surface of the water and were told it is shad. The gulls gobble one down in flight and come back for another one.  On the other side of the pier, there are no gulls at all.
  • We went to Williams Food Equipment Store. Just roaming the aisles is fun.
  • Baking for Sunday company. I love standing in my tiny kitchen with my red and green mid-century apron tied around me, hands covered in flour, measuring cups and spoons strewn about and a big stainless steel mixing bowl in front of me.
  • Two of my favourite things (Buddhist monks and rats) in one amazing story.

Oliver Sacks’ Desk

I was lucky enough to catch the end of Science Friday on my way home from work yesterday. They were interviewing someone who feels like an old friend to me: Oliver Sacks. When I was a young adult, I could not get enough of his writing and often fantasized about becoming a neurologist. I spent hours, days, weeks pondering the subjects of his books, from autism to Tourette Syndrome.

The interviewer announced that Science Friday is starting a new online segment called Desktop Diaries by which means they will periodically give a video tour of a different person’s desk. Dr. Sacks’ desk is the first to be featured in this series. I could not wait to get home and take a peek at the work environment of this compassionate genius and ultimate polymath. I’ve always felt a special kinship with people who cannot settle on one or two (or even a dozen) passions. I wish I had twelve lifetimes so that I could (try to) learn everything there is to learn about geology, physics, languages, neurology, horticulture…

Take this tour of one corner of his little New York City apartment where he enjoys listening to Glenn Gould and writing with the same fountain pen he’s used for 40 years. I think you’ll be glad you did.

Beautiful People All Day

A student who finally graduated from my pronunciation class after attending for over two full cycles ran into me in the hall this morning. “I miss you,” she said, giving me a quick  rub on the back.  She said that she is having such difficulty making progress with listening comprehension that she is considering starting again in level one and working her way up through all the levels.

“When do you teach level one?” she asked.

“I only teach pronunciation,” I told her. “I might have a LINC class one day if someone retires,” I explained.

“Because I want to follow you,” she then said.

Wow.  That made my whole week. Sometimes my attendance drops off for a few days and–rather than attribute it to the freezing weather–I start to wonder if I suck. What a well-timed comment hers was for my morale!

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While I was in the level zero class in the afternoon, a settlement counselor brought in a middle-aged woman who must surely be the shiest student I’ve met so far.  She hasn’t been inside a classroom since she was a small girl, I was informed.

“Kelly speaks your language,” the counselor told her, hoping to ease some of her apprehension.

I asked her how she was, hoping that hearing her first language would take the deer-in-the-headlights look off her face.  It didn’t.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll sit with you.”

I pulled up a chair next to her and began printing the alphabet in the little composition book the registrar had given her.

Soon she was copying rows of Aa Aa Aa and Bb Bb Bb.  When class was over, I told her I would come back to that class again the next day to help her. My new mission? To see her smile.

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Tonight was a dinner and talk at the hospice that I signed up for a couple of weeks ago: Muslim Beliefs and Practices at End-of-Life.  Dr. Abdalla Shamiza spoke first, followed by Dr. Murad Aktas.

I don’t even have words to convey how powerfully I was affected by this talk. I was left stunned by the realization of how little I knew in spite of having taken two lengthy courses, both of which included segments on death and the Muslim faith, and in spite of having read an English translation of the Holy Qur’an. Dr. Aktas covered prayer, personal space, cultural versus religious beliefs, privacy and appropriate behavior between genders, how death is viewed, euthanasia, palliative measures, the afterlife, at the bedside, why autopsy is upsetting, washing, shrouding, burial versus cremation, the grave, why vaults are never used, expediting the burial and everything in between.

Yet with all this new information swimming through my head, the educational aspect of the evening is not the part that struck me with the most force. What impressed me the most was Dr. Aktas himself. With flowing beard and spectacles, I could have mistaken him for a Hasidic Jew had it not been for the white cap and imam’s coat. When he first opened his mouth to speak, I thought I was doomed to an evening of straining to hear and prayed he would move the microphone closer.  He did.

Born and raised in Windsor, Dr. Aktas was soft spoken and disarmingly humble. He presents information in such an eloquent way that I could have sat there glued to his words for hours. But what made me want to follow him into the parking lot and continue asking him questions all night (or pay someone else to just so I could listen) was the undercurrent of tenderness, respect and love that pulsed through his every word, gesture and look.

I can’t explain it, really. It was a sort of aura. His presence seemed to lift the frequency of vibration of the whole room of people.

And speaking of people! I was blessed to be seated at a table full of the most amazing individuals, such as: a retired teacher and children’s book author who records hospice clients’ life stories; a special ed teacher at Maryvale who is also a seminarian interested in becoming a chaplain; the woman who didn’t say much but who passed me a napkin midway through the meal just because she thought I needed one.

More and more these days, I find myself surrounded by the kind of people who make me want to spend more time around other humans (rather than holed up in my apartment in my usual hermit fashion).

Light

Last night was the final session of my advanced hospice palliative care class. At the end of the class, we got our certificates and one student gave us each a gift of a small soy candle that she had made. It was, she said, Reiki charged and infused with lavender.  I don’t actually burn candles except during power outages, but I took her gift home and set it in the bathroom right next to the three books I read from each morning in the bathroom.

This morning I did my ACIM workbook lesson then read my daily meditation from the second book. Fingering the little soy candle, I then turned to the December 2 page of The Daily Word, where it said this:

The light of a single candle dispels the darkness in an entire room. Darkness has no separate existence, but is merely the absence of light. Likewise, God is the One Presence; there is no other power apart from God. One lit candle, shared with another, and another, and another, can light up the world. I do not live in darkness, for I am free to choose and share the light of God.

Happy Hanukkah.

 

Grace in Small Things (No Particular Number)

  • Managing to do something that is very, very uncomfortable for me~~   I asked an acquaintance for a favour. I am on a committee to organize our holiday celebration and was expected to try to find someone in the community with musical talent willing to come in and donate a little of his or her time on that day. One of our Spanglish club members is a cellist with the Detroit Symphony Orchestra. So I asked him if he might be willing to perform for 15 minutes and… wow kazow… he agreed!  (Never mind the part where my committee, when I told them the good news, then started to waffle. The important thing is that I got over my fear of asking for help, if only this once.)
  • Enjoying a steaming cup of Feeling Soothed peppermint, ginger and fennel tea from President’s Choice. Rarely do I feel strongly enough about a product to mention it by name here, but this tea is just so good!
  • When a poet puts into words something you have felt before but couldn’t articulate as well~
  • Accidentally leaving the house without my lunch box and then knowing in my heart that one of my students would offer me food before the day was out. Sure enough! An older woman wearing a hijab whom I had never met before gave me a cheese-filled pastry of some sort.
  • The first little snowflakes of the season~