The Body is Home

The roof I have over my head isn’t my home. My body is.

With it I breathe, smell, feel, touch, laugh, cry, hear, sing and taste.

Inner peace is in the soul. Deep inside. Soothing and warm. Friendly at all times. Loving and free,

Nourishment is survival. Air. Leafy greens, proteins, fruits. Water.

Love.

When things are injured - the body repairs. With help. Careful intake of the appropriate elements.

But toxins surround. In the environment, tangled in food and even our water.

It copes. Mechanisms inside adapt.

Or it is allowed to build up. Blackness may appear. Cancer or other diseases take root.

It’s the mind that directs. Stress plays. Diminishes the senses. Stuns the sustenance.

Hard for some to let it go. To free oneself.

Time marches on. The body ages. Years pass. It shrinks. We accept.

The body it’s our home.

Five weeks today I fell off my road bike and fractured by pelvis in two places and my clavicle.

Today I am so grateful for my healing.
Each day my body is getting stronger.

My body, my temple – my home.

Life is Opportunity

Pretty sure when you ask anyone about destiny and what it means to them there’s going to be something about life in there. Living. Money. Health. Family. Career.

But all that can change in a heart beat.

I have a neighbour who brought that to light.

A few days ago I had the chance to chat with her. We met in line at the ferry terminal. She’d just returned from running a half marathon race in San Francisco and touring the region around. I felt so elated hearing of her accomplishment.  

Then she brought up her partner and the “C” word. Cancer. He’d recently been diagnosed. It is terminal.

I felt saddened, yet celebrated. She told me they planned to share their story in a blog. Their new journey of life. Planning trips. Living each day with hope. It’s called Rootin' For Ron.

When I think about the end of life, I recall those close to me whose spirits have passed. Not necessarily gone. They’ve moved on. But always in my heart.

Then I reflect on R&J and their voyage. To live each day to the fullest. With laughter and love. With hope.

Their new opportunity for life.

I'm Rootin' For Ron. 

The Hat Toss

“How do you feel?” I ask.
“I don’t feel any different,” he replies.
Humm, I think to myself. It will sink in soon enough.
I remember mine like it was yesterday. I was the Valedictorian for the class. And in usual I need to be different style, I had rented an old-fashioned dress. Victorian style.
Unfortunately, upon finding my seat at the front of the auditorium I was soon to discover the dress fit more comfortably standing up. Unbearably so.
Last night while I watched the ceremony with my son seated, I contemplated the future for the graduates of 2010.
Some claimed to go on to be a doctor, others an engineer, a few policeman, some nurses and a select in science.
What does the future for these graduates really need?
MLA, Ida Chong provided one quest.
“Will one of you find a cure for cancer?”
The Valedictorians provided a performance on holding onto the memories. There was more then a handful of graduates who said their happiest moment of school was walking across that stage to receive their recognition.
Good riddance another wards.
I didn’t hear anyone say journalist. Maybe two claimed communications. One said web design.
I thought that interesting given the technological age we’re in.
My media card rang full when it came time for my son to strut his stuff. I validated this as a sign from the Universe. Maybe he doesn’t need to remember his graduation. What in his life will be more important? Perhaps marriage, the birth of his first child or the success of his chosen career.
I know I’ll cherish the look on his face when he tossed his hat.
Now that was a celebration.