Wisdom I live by.
I am a firm believer that ‘To End Well is to Live Well’ and then just move along. No returns, no taksies backsies, no do-overs. Just keep going forward.
In my experience, returning to an old job, a former boyfriend or that great summer vacay spot we remember, well, it never really is the same is it? Coming back to something after time away can leave us bewildered and disappointed.
A shining example of this relates to a wonderful childhood vacation memory I have. I grew up visiting Radium Hot Springs every summer with my family…
I was. And as the story goes, I didn’t even know it.
The boiling frog is a fable describing a frog being slowly boiled alive. The premise is that if a frog is put suddenly into boiling water, it will jump out, but if the frog is put in tepid water which is then brought to a boil slowly, it will not perceive the danger and will be cooked to death. The story is often used as a metaphor for the inability or unwillingness of people to react to or be aware of sinister threats that arise gradually rather than…
A not-so-happy Canada Day
With the Indigenous child graves being discovered everywhere, the official formation of our nation is nothing to be celebrated. We should be ashamed at any such declaration at this time. I am ashamed.
I also have compassion for the evil ones — just humans too with outside influences. Still, their behaviours and choices are unforgivable. Mind you, I have been taught that all is forgivable, even the most heinous crimes. I do understand this principle and the importance that it holds, but it seems a most impossible feat at this juncture. …
Mental illness on the big screen. Hallelujah.
I had the distinct pleasure of meeting this filmmaker, Miguel Eek, two years ago at the Doxa Festival in Vancouver. We were able to get photos together, connect, and see films at a time when Covid didn’t exist and doing all of that was still possible.
So now we have the new normal of enjoying films from our homes. Doxa did an amazing job again this year (their 20th annual!) of bringing us some of the most brilliant documentaries to enjoy. This film is no exception. Brilliant it is, captivating and moving.
When someone you love disappoints you, the effects can be devastating.
I grew up in a family with an alcoholic dad. Along with that package comes a world of hurt in terms of broken promises. My father is actually a good guy, very generous and kind, but when the alcohol starts flowing all other commitments take a back seat. Including his little girl.
We took a left instead of a right, and saved $90,000.
Have you seen that brilliant film Sliding Doors? In the opening scene, a woman (played by Gwyneth Paltrow) is running for the subway. In one clip, she just misses the train and it whizzes away. She must wait for the next train. In the next clip, the same scenario but she manages to get her arm in the train door just as it is closing and is able to get on that train. The remainder of the movie is how her life plays out, back and forth, given each…
Endings are inevitable, but we have choices about how to handle them.
I have always found it interesting how people deal with loss. I’m not necessarily talking about the death kind of loss, but any loss that comes with endings or transitions.
In terms of death itself, it should not come as a surprise. Everyone dies. It is not that some people do and some people don’t. Can you imagine the conversations, “Oh, you are one of the unlucky ones? Me, well, I got the stay-here-forever card. Sorry about that!” Nope, we all go eventually. That is a certainty. What…
I shan’t ever forget you.
I have had a casual relationship with Cypress for many years, but a proper committed one for the past eight years. Now we have to break up because I am moving.
What will I do without her? It is like we are one when we are together. A symbiosis of sorts. It is hard to tell where she stops and I start.
Don’t get me wrong, it is not like we have always gotten along. Sometimes she throws me a curveball with unexpected terrain or weather. …
I am not sure exactly what has happened to me during this past year of forced changes, but I am different.
It seems these days that I hardly recognize myself. Formerly, I was an outgoing entrepreneur that was well-known and well-liked in my community (at least as far as I know!). Today, I am small.
I still go to the office and see my clients, and I occasionally run into colleagues. I am also blessed to live in a community where I have been able to go to a restaurant or a pub and connect with others. …