When We Were Young Are you living the life you consciously created? When we were young we were told that we could be anything we wanted if we just worked hard enough. I believed that probably more than anyone and held on to that illusion desperately for longer than I should. My first big dream was to be an archaeologist. I would dig in the sands of the Sahara, uncovering the secrets of ancient Egypt. Even now my heart skips a beat just thinking about that life. I wanted it
Another Beginning Yesterday was my birthday and most of it was spent with an almost 20 month old toddler, however, that is not the reason weaning was on my mind. On the eve of my 50th birthday in 2015, this subject was uppermost in my thoughts – how the weaning process is relevant to your and my life. So, instead of a Tuesday Thought© – a short video normally shared on the second day of the week, I thought to republish the following a day after my 51st birthday –
Reflection Last year, we travelled to Jamaica to celebrate my birthday, as well as to introduce my granddaughter to her grandfather and his family. It was a great trip for the most part but being me, it was difficult not to notice the contrasts of life and love. A few days after the big “Hottitude,” the name I gave to my celebratory event, my thoughts turned to the question, “What is love?” Being as we are only 72 or so hours away from Valentine’s Day, it felt right to republish
Fact of Fiction? A couple quotes come to mind sitting here putting together today’s roundup of Weekday Wisdom to share with you. The first one is “Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.”― Oscar Wilde Often pondering the true meaning of these words by Mr. Wilde, my thoughts go to another saying: “Be careful what you wish for as you might surely get it.” Given my outlook on life, such sayings and quotes point me to the matter of focus – what things I am giving my attention
No Through-way Yes, you can climb over walls, jump over hurdles and crawl under some barriers. A dead-end, however, is a dead end. “Dead end: n.1.a. An end of a passage, especially a street, that affords no exit. b. A street or road affording no exit. 2. A situation or subject that allows for no progress or development. (Source: American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fifth Edition.) “An end of passage.” That is exactly where I found myself after returning to a situation that had already shown its true colours.
Land of Milk and Honey: Where? This year will be 14 years since we migrated to Canada and specifically settled in Edmonton, Alberta. Things had reach a point on our island home of Jamaica that it was time to hit the reset button. The political temperature of Jamaica was always running high and sad to say, most of us were accustomed to that so that was not the main reason. My career was transitioning, moving away from a primarily public relations and communications focus to a more spiritual/counselling one. In
Oh, The Plans We Make… This time last year, I had just graduated with two Bachelor’s degrees and I was preparing to enter graduate school in pursuit of my Master’s. Until my very last semester in college, I had planned on getting my Master’s in Marriage and Family Therapy. But then I visited some programs, did more research, and after shopping around, worried that it was not for me. Instead, after years of much bullying—er, encouragement—from respected professors, I decided to accept an assistant teaching position with the English department
The Year In Review A lot has happened over the last year, which leads me to wonder at what age we will stop saying that. I am also thinking about the new year. Anyways, my year was full of ups and downs as I am sure everyone’s was. It was my first year of marriage, and boy, was I in for a surprise. People always say marriage is hard but it is hard in a way that is indescribable. I also started a new job almost a year ago and