Little Voice 

I’m pretty good at ignoring the little voice in my head. As a caregiver I’m quite typical in that I usually put myself last. Obviously when you combine those two factors self-neglect happens.  Continue reading

Traveling Library Loan

I misplaced my phone. Again. Somehow my keys and phone never seem to be where my brain thinks they are. 

Although it seems random perhaps it’s not. I’ve felt lately that reading has been a missing element in my life. I’m meandering through the original Anne of Green Gables as we watched the new series on CBC. I so enjoy Lucy Maud Montgomery’s incredible talent with words but the chase of the story isn’t there as I’ve perhaps reread them half a dozen times. 

So on my much needed break from the dungeon I wandered upstairs to the library. In two seconds the visual of four women in an old car pulled me in. Once I read the title and skimmed the synapse of the story I was hooked. 

I laughed, I cried and I pondered. I’m not advocating a traveling funeral, as I have mine planned out for here at home, but the heart of the book is really about living life to the fullest. It’s about loss and pain but also about accepting the parts that make us us. 


Now the book is going travelling. I’m sending it along to a close friend who will be instructed whom to send it to and so on. Once it returns to me I’ll return it, well used, to the library. Reading enriches our lives as does friendship so this is a win win. 

 

Bernie  

Bloggers 

Today I met up with a fellow blogger and it was wonderful. Now I actually know her in real life but feel a closer connection because of our shared blog readings. At this stage in her career I would be a distant memory, pleasant but faded. She would be one of a string of younger colleagues I help mentor along the way. 

But because we write we connect. I’ve never met her family which seems strange to her and I. She’s met my husband but he feels like he knows her better than two or three casual suppers calls for. 

It’s a connection that I’m thrilled to have. She challenges me to think globally and to reach out of my own easy space. Perhaps I provide her with a bit of easy nostalgic reading about life on the safer side. We hug lots which is kind of funny because she was so not on the hugging team! 
Today we hugged, talked, laughed and walked. Then we parted for a few months but she’ll be back because of what this photo shows. 


In the meantime we’ll both keep writing and reading; sharing both the inner and the outer shells. Lucky us to have this connection. Silly us to have forgotten, again, to take a picture while we were together. 

Bernie 

Ten Twisted to Twelve 

A year ago I wrote a A Twist of Ten  and reflecting back on it makes me add a couple more to make the number a twisted twelve.

  • 11. Live within your means as you never know when your job status might change. Trust me on this. Give your best but don’t give them everything.
  • 12. Really appreciate life as its fleeting; many are taken far too young. Don’t wait for things to be perfect. Perfect is an illusion.

Hug lots, laugh a lot, reach out and touch those you care about and for your body’s sake keep moving.

Bernie