Posted in health, Self Care

But wait…

But wait – it’s #BellLet’sTalk day so just a quick post to talk about how important it is to address self care and mental health.

Too often it’s the elephant in the room and people just feel like they don’t have a choice. So they live with anxiety, depression and in pain emotionally. The pandemic has been extremely difficult for so many on a lot of levels.

Reach out. Call, text, email or emoji a friend or family member. Tell them you are there. Show them you are there by being there. Keep connecting. Keep trying even if it feels hard. It’s harder for them. Give them a piece of your heart.

Stay safe and stay kind.

HUGS.

Bernie

Posted in moonshine, rural life, writing

Moondogs…

Moon dogs
Sun dogs
Cold dogs

And the big bad wind said
I will huff and puff and blow the house down
And the wind blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew some more
But the old house on the hill withstood the onslaught
Albeit the downspout sounded like a plane on takeoff

And the big bad wind said
I will swirl and snarl and whip the snow around
And the wind blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew some more
And the snow stood in mounds and waves like it had done somersaults
With eerie dog pee stack castoffs

And the big bad wind said
I will blow your brain till it has a meltdown
And the wind blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew
And blew some more
And then blew some more
And the brain caved and cracked until there was no freedom of thought
Finally sleep came to avoid a total brain lift off

Drifts captured – Moon dogs were the morning before and not captured

Twenty four plus hours of non stop full force wind and I once again wonder how the dirty thirties were survived. Ninety years later we appear to be back to the roaring twenties but this time it’s not the morals but the wind. Endlessly flailing at the world perhaps in retaliation for climate change. It’s howl loudly heard through the trees in the ravine as we try to escape the windchill. One can, if desperate, escape the buffeting endless pressure of it by sleeping in the basement.

I am fairly certain that poetry is not my strong suit but hey I actually managed a few rhyming words. Perhaps I over did it on the repetitive phrase or perhaps the wind over did it and fried my brain.

This afternoon the sun shone. The wind was a light breeze. The temp was a balmy -16. We had a fabulous snow shoe and went much farther than the last few days. It was the kind of the day that makes one love winter. Gotta focus on the positives and sleep hard tonight to make up for last night!

Bernie

Posted in writing

Bone Weary

The clock said it had been only 12 hours but it had felt endless. A full shift of donning and doffing PPE, of monitors, codes and death.

Not just one death. That was always hard enough but to be followed so quickly by the second.

The drive home, dark and sullen, another calendar day surrendered to winter and the fight against Covid19.

I feel spent she thought as she walked up the sidewalk to her home. Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy. I wish with all my heart that I could just walk through the door and collapse.

She eased her body into the steaming hot shower. Felt the cleansing force of the water drop the weight of work from her body.

Dried and dressed she put on her “Mom” face and opened her door for the nightly kisses ritual.

Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Pexels.com

144 word prompt with the sentence “Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy”


27 + 18 + 17 + 40 +24 + 18 = 144 (I like double triple checked that ’cause math isn’t my strong suit). Very little editing as I realized once had to leave much to the imagination.

What initials does have after her name? Does she work in ER or OR or ICU? Does she know the names of her dead patients years later? Does she wish that she’d chosen another career? Does she regret missing full days in the life of her children to help others? Does she drink that glass of wine every night to help make things seem ok?


I had zero intention of writing this today as I am still writing the fourth section of Charlotte’s story. I guess this is what people call their “muse”. I read a post written by Louise at Dare Boldly using the word prompt and the 144 word limit; flash fiction prospery. The full link to the host site can be found here at https://dversepoets.com/2021/01/18/prosery-bone-weary/. I am still trying to figure out how to link myself to there to show that I participated. Oh technology why do we have this love hate relationship?

I went about my “business” for the day which actually just included being derailed by losing a piece of paper (the puppy’s health info sheet) and scouring (and cleaning as I went) the house looking for said piece of paper. The words kept coming back to my head and the concept was obvious to me.

I think often of my friends and colleagues as they go about their professional life during this difficult time. Those of us who are at home have it easy, those who go to work face challenges and those in health care give so much of their soul. This is my small homage to them and the many faces they wear.

Bernie

Posted in health, pandemic, Self Care

Make it a Marvelous Monday

The snow fell intensely and sight lines blurred. It’s like we are in our own little pocket of the world. But no matter because today is NOT Blue Monday. I refuse to buy into that negative culture image. Today the wind and the clouds covered the sun, today Covid kept more of us at home and isolated but this will end. The wind, the snow, the pandemic.

We will gather again. We will hug. We will eat and make merry. Like the storm brewing this will blow itself out. We just have to hang on tight and find the positives in the situation.

I do recognize that finding the positives is a lot harder for those that suffer from physical or mental health issues. It’s infinitely harder if income and livelihood are impacted by this ongoing crisis. Perhaps it is something else that sits heavy upon the shoulders. Take heart as today is not blue Monday and this too shall end.

Bernie

Posted in pandemic, Travel, writing

Home (3)

This is a fictional story; brought about by my wondering what you would do if you had no where to come home to even though Canada was home. It’s been brewing in my head since March. She’s changed her name and her job a few times since my original idea but the conflict she faced stayed the same. But she was always tall just because I could make her so!

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Home (2)

This is a fictional story; brought about by my wondering what you would do if you had no where to come home to even though Canada was home. It’s been brewing in my head since March. She’s changed her name and her job a few times since my original idea but the conflict she faced stayed the same. But she was always tall just because I could make her so!

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