Thursday, 4 April 2013

Waves

The ebb and flow of coastal waves awakes me in the night.
It calls to me, as in days of old, "Let go of fear and fright."
This little cove of childhood days shelters me once more.
Brace yourself, it whispers, afore the tempest strikes the shore.
I see the storm clouds brewing, darkness fills the sky;
churning waves and tears of rage as lightning flashes by.

The gentle lop of yesteryear gives way to crashing, pounding surf;
we are swept along within its tide, torn from familiar turf.
The tapestry is drowning - no, see it clings tightly to the rocks!
Keep heads above the water and eyes upon the docks.
The storm will pass, its fury spent, and peace will come once more.
God's universe will right itself along this wave tossed shore.

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

The Journey


We started this journey a long time ago,
not knowing its purpose or where we would go.
A vow and a promise were all that we had,
love pledged forever in good times and bad.

Through laughter and tears we stood side by side,
like beads through our fingers the years they slipped by.
Around us our family helped chart life’s true course,
we weathered the storms for better or worse.

Bumps in the road or churning rough seas,
 just temporary setbacks for you and for me.
Faith, friends and family have kept us afloat
when turmoil threatened to topple our boat.

The future awaits, with promises anew,
mountains to climb and vistas to view.
The journey continues, its path winds along,
together we’ll dance to life’s destiny song.
 
Author: Y.M.T.

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Is the spirit a-movin'?


Stupefied!  That was my reaction to the announcement made by Pope Benedict XVI concerning his decision to renounce his ministry as Bishop of Rome and spiritual leader of over one billion Catholics.  I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who was stunned by this sudden notice of impending resignation.  After all, it’s the Pope we’re talking about.  The last Supreme Pontiff to resign did so about six hundred years ago.

However, from the time of his election, Pope Benedict never appeared quite comfortable in the Chair of St. Peter.  Following on the heels of the very popular Pope John Paul II, the former Cardinal Ratzinger seemed to pale in comparison to his predecessor.   His decision now to step down further emphasizes the differences between these two men.  The duties and strains of the past eight years have certainly taken its toll on a man who was nearly 80 when he assumed the hefty responsibilities of the papacy.  Yet, unlike Pope John Paul II who so visibly showed the world what it was like to suffer through the debilitating effects of geriatrics, the current Pope has determined that, for the sake of the Church, it would be better to cope with his failing health in a much more private manner.  And why not?  Surely even a Pope deserves to have a little peace and quiet in his twilight years.  It also takes considerable courage to publicly acknowledge one’s limited capacity of mind and body and to relinquish the reins of power for the greater good. 

So, that brings the Catholic Church to the brink of a new opportunity.  Very shortly, a conclave will convene to select a new Pope from the ranks of the College of Cardinals and one can only hope that the spirit is indeed a-movin’ within this process.  Given the significant challenges facing the Church in modern times, it’s imperative that the 266th Pope be a relatively young man (in comparison to other Cardinals), enthusiastic, energetic, and in touch with the issues and concerns of the people he is chosen to serve.   If the next Pontiff is going to revitalize the faithful, he must be open to positive change and be willing to drag the Church into the 21st century, despite opposition from some conservative members within the Vatican.  It will not be an easy task, but this may be the last chance to reach out to millions of disconnected Catholics throughout the world, especially in North America.  “Come, Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful and kindle in them the fire of your love.”

 

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

That's Inspirational!


Egalitarianism (n):  a belief in human equality esp. in social, political, and economic affairs
Heroism (n):  the qualities of a hero, (eg) bravery, courage…valor
Inspirational (adj):  (having) the act or power of moving the intellect or emotions, (eg) embolden, encourage, hearten
Merrian-Webster’s Dictionary and Thesaurus (2006)

Words such as these usually evoke images of soldiers, police officers or firefighters heroically risking their own lives to save someone else’s.  The connotation doesn’t naturally flow to include a small, soft-spoken 15 year old Pakistani girl named Malala.  Yet, with every fiber of her being, she personifies equality, heroism, and inspiration.  Despite having been nearly killed by a Taliban assassin who cowardly jumped aboard a school bus and put a bullet in her brain and another in her neck, she remains steadfast and determined to stand up to tyranny.  Prior to undergoing her most recent round of surgery, she quietly but purposefully stated in a news conference that she intends to continue with her campaign to assure the right of education for children all over the world.  During the conference, Malala said, “…I am getting better day by day.  It’s just because of the prayers of people.  Because all people – men, women and children – all of them have prayed for me.  And because of all these prayers, God has given me this new life, a second life.  And I want to serve.  I want to serve the people, I want every girl, every child, to be educated.”  That’s inspirational!

In December, a young medical student from India lost the struggle to survive after enduring inexplicable horror in a gang rape and brutal beating which took place on a bus in New Delhi.  Unbelievably, a similar incident took place in India just a few weeks later, but this time the victim survived the ordeal and was dumped like a sack of garbage in a local village once her attackers had finished with her.  The Human Rights Watch recently gave a failing grade to India’s government regarding what that organization described as the rampant sexual abuse of women and children, especially in schools and state-run facilities.  Spurred into action by these shocking atrocities, the people of India – women and girls, in particular – have decided that enough is enough.  They are fighting back and demanding that the authorities take definitive action in putting an end to such outrageous and unacceptable behaviour.  That’s inspirational!

Again in December, the world witnessed another vile act of depravity when six teachers – all of them women – did their best to shield their tiny students from a gunman’s assault rifle.  Those teachers and twenty little children died in a hail of bullets.  But, the nightmare of their last moments on earth has emboldened millions of people in the US to stand up to the powerful influence of the NRA and to press on with their battle to ban assault weapons.  That’s inspirational!

Within my own ever expanding family, there is a group of awesome young women who have wholeheartedly grasped the opportunity which post-secondary education offers, and some of them have even left home and family behind at a relatively young age to pursue their academic dreams in far-away centers of learning.  Others have chosen to follow a similar scholarly path closer to home while simultaneously holding down part-time or full-time jobs.  That’s inspirational!

Thank you, Malala, and all the other enthusiastic, determined, intelligent, young – and not so young – women of the world whose dream is to make a better life for themselves and everyone around them, regardless of sex, race, creed, or social standing.  May your simple message and strong witness to the tenets of respect and equality for all reverberate throughout the world, dismantling the shackles of oppression and intimidation link by link until basic human rights are afforded to every single person who inhabits this earth.  That’s inspirational!

Friday, 1 February 2013

Livin' in the Tropics


“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…..”  Oh, yeah, that was two months ago.  A very long, cold, snowy, cabin fever two months ago!

Last summer, when we could actually open the doors and step outside the house, my husband and his brother built a lovely new deck in our back yard.  Sitting out there with a tall glass of refreshing iced tea and a good book in my hand, I felt so relaxed and serenely content – revelling in my lovely tropical paradise.  Can’t say the same today.

Relaxation turned to frustration and serenity was frozen into submission following a relentless pounding from Old Man Winter.  For most of January, wind chill factors fluctuated between -40 to -60 celsius until the temperature warmed up to a balmy -7 a couple of days ago.  Before I had time to do my little happy dance over this unexpected gift of good fortune, the storm clouds blew in and dumped 50 centimeters of snow on us over a two day period.  Bah humbug!!!!!

As I struggled in vain to clear a doggie latrine in the back yard this morning, the wind screeched in my ears and every shovelful of snow blew back in my face in howling mockery.  I finally capitulated.  Dear Old Man Winter, you win.  I can no longer hold out against your persuasive seduction.  Tonight, your frostiness will embrace me once again in a mind-numbing -51 wind chill.

Well, I have another good book, so I think I’ll put on my sexy snow suit, grab a glass of iced tea and set up a folding chair on the six square inches of cleared patio to catch some vitamin D rays.  Hey, don’t knock my little fantasy.  Sanity may have fled, but at least serenity has returned.

 
Before                                                                         After

Friday, 11 January 2013

SOUL SEARCHING



When emotions run high and trouble runs deep
Sometimes words become lost and promises don’t keep
If hearts and tongues are not always aligned
Then hurt and uncertainty follow closely behind 

The bloom of first love in those sweet, stolen glances
Fades away in the chill of dashed hopes and lost chances
The future that once seemed so rosy and bright
Remains just a flicker in winter’s dark night 

Hold fast to the flame, though its glow may be dim
Search your hearts to be sure true love lies within
Seek ways to express those feelings most hidden
Trust and respect, then talk and listen

The road walked by others may not be the same
As the one planned for you; life isn’t a game
If it’s true that actions speak louder than words
Let what you do be your voice and let it be heard

What’s worth holding on to will not soon depart
Patience is a virtue when it comes to the heart
Take time to consider which path is for you
Then follow those dreams and make them come true

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

New Year's Resolutions


I’ve never paid much attention to New Year’s resolutions, and I think that’s mainly due to the fact that I’m a self-confessed wimpy moderate.  There’s not an adventuresome bone in my body, much to the chagrin of my three daredevil sons. Just being their mother has provided me with all the nerve-jangling adventure I could ever wish for.

So, as each December 31st rolls around, I pragmatically avoid making any resolutions which I know will never be kept anyway.  Sure, I’d love to look in the mirror and see a ravishing long-legged, fit and tanned beauty staring back at me but, realistically, if that happened Cindy Crawford would have to be standing directly behind me.  I’m not a complete couch potato – I use my treadmill (moderately) and I love to walk the dog (moderately) when weather conditions permit.  However, when the basic temperature dips into the minus 20’s Celsius and the snow banks tower way above us, neither the dog nor I are inclined to risk frostbite or being run over by a vehicle for the sake of fitness.  A marathon runner I will never be; however, I respect and admire those who aspire to such madness. As for resolving to give up chocolate or some other relative nonsense, that’s not gonna happen either.  Tried it for Lent 40 times or so with disastrous results!

I did recently purchase a “nutrient extractor” which promises to squeeze all the goodness out of fresh fruits and veggies, pulverize it all into a slimy green liquid concoction, and magically transform my innards into a fat burning, energy driven model of health and well-being.  That is, if I can swallow the stuff without gagging. 

I shall strive to be kinder to myself and to others this year and, so, my resolution for 2013 is based on an anonymous quotation:  “Please let me be the person my dog thinks I am.”  Happy New Year!