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From the wisdom of Christiane Northrup and Oprah. How can you go wrong?
From the wisdom of Christiane Northrup and Oprah. How can you go wrong?
It’s almost unimaginable that The Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms does not include the right for its citizens to live in a healthy environment.
What’s really happening in Canada?
Share with all your Canadian friends. With elections looming in Canada, it’s time we held our politicians accountable and make the environment a top topic in the campaigns.
So…winter’s here again in my part of the world which normally, for me, means three+ months of hibernation, cozied up inside, snuggled under a blanket, hot chocolate in hand (with marshmallows, of course!), enjoying the snow and cold through my living room window. Cold outside? Is it? I hadn’t noticed.
Not this year.
This year I plan to embrace winter and enjoy its offerings.
And I’ve convinced a few friends to do so too. Mwa ha ha!
Here is our list of potential activities.
We’re not the youngest of bucks either. 50+ is our demographic.
What’s the saying? You’re only as old as feel? (Kinda depends on the body part you’re talking about.)
Here’s my tally so far:
(I admit to missing a few days, but on others I’ve walked up to 3 hours) When did I begin? Mid October – and still doing it!
And then I added skating…
When I was a kid, I used to skate a LOT. (You can read more about that here.)
And then I became a parent…
stooping over holding up your toddler while balancing on extremely thin blades yourself is not easy on the back! (This was pre-‘learn-to-skate-with-handy-dandy-bars-the-kid-pushes-around-the-rink-themselves‘ days.)
Did I mention the toddler did NOT, under any circumstances – even bribery! – want to learn to skate and hence rag-dolled her body the entire time while wailing from the extreme torture she was being asked to endure? (Result: Added parental back strain from lifting and holding up the weight of said floppy potato sack while stooping over and balancing on extremely thin blades.)
Guess what? Staying inside with hot chocolate, warm and cozy under a blanket won out. (Ok, we did go tobogganing from time to time but skating dropped off the repertoire for a number of years, never really making a come-back with the exception of only a few semi-successful attempts when peer-pressure was added to the mix.)
Hence, I lost practice too. (That kid is now 22.) And life and age has made me wary of hurting my back. Plus years of less-than-consistant exercise hasn’t helped.
But hey! That’s life. If you don’t move it, you lose it.
So this year, I’m moving it.
Today I got my skates sharpened. That was the easy part.
It was public skating time at the rink. Should I go? By myself? Nah, I should wait and go with my friends. But there aren’t many people..why not? ..oh, all right. So I went.
Holy cow those blades are thin! How did I ever stand on them?
Just trying to walk across the rubberized floor was hard. My ankles were wobbling. My knees felt weak.
I felt like a giraffe lumbering along, a giant body on thin legs, knobby knees feeling like they were going to collapse under me with me every step, ankles bending from side to side and all culminating down upon those frickin’ extremely thin blades!
Who invented this sport?! What’s wrong with sliding about in your boots?
Ok. I can do this.
I let an eager kid and his dad go ahead of me through the gates.
Let the gazelles go ahead. The giraffe can wait.
I was glad to see there were no hyenas on the ice — you know who I mean, those ‘tween boys who like to prey on the weak and work in packs chasing each other around the rink, circling and taunting and coming ever-so-close, trying to make you fall so they can laugh and point.
Luckily the plains were calm today.
There was one other giraffe on the ice – any hyenas would prey on him first for he, as it turned out, was weaker than I.
I won’t go into every detail but suffice it to say the start was definitely slow and shaky. Tightening my laces helped a bit with the ankle wobble. And where the h*ll are those learn-to-skate-handy-dandy-bars-the-kids-push-around-the-rink-themselves things?! I want one!
I gradually gained confidence with each stride. The more I focussed on the fear of falling, the fear of hurting my back, the more difficultly I had.
I let go of the fear and breathed into the action. Looking ahead, I took it one push at a time – ‘If I can walk, I can skate’, I told myself. ‘Glide, glide, glide.’ I was doing it!
And then I made the mistake of trying to perfect my technique – WAY too soon for that nonsense.
I stepped, then… wobble, wobble, twist, bend, wobble – first right, then left, then around, then back, then forth – my arms outstretched waving non-synchronized giant circles in the air. I can’t even imagine what sort of face I was making. I only know that my eyes couldn’t have gotten any bigger. I was trying so fiercely not to fall!
And I didn’t!! I stayed erect! Shaken and stirred but with composure regained, I hoped no-one saw the graceful ballet. The rink guard skated by and looked politely over, a slight smirk on her teenage face as she adeptly slid past. I laughed imagining the site she had just taken in from behind.
Crisis averted, I returned to the basics gaining confidence, calm and speed — yes, I did feel a breeze on my face, even if ever so slight.
Shins aching from the strangulation I had inflicted desperate to brace my ankles and make my skate boots one with my feet and from the lack of flex denied by those blades, I decided to call it a day while I was ahead.
Total ice time: 15 minutes, approximately. Not bad – one minute for every year absent.
I’m definitely going to have to build up to this.
So what did I learn by lacing up my skates after 15+ years?
Embrace your giraffe-ness, especially when you begin something new.
Personally, if I am destined to stay a giraffe, then that’s ok with me. Did you know:
That sounds pretty good to me. I’ll try to be the best darn giraffe that I can and if I’m destined to become something else, then I’ll strive to be the best of that too.
For now, I am a proud Ice-Giraffe!
Organizing supplies go on sale so we can reorganize cluttered spaces with the intention of getting our lives in order.
We’ve likely received holiday gifts that need to find homes amongst the other stuff in our overstuffed homes.
So just like the old year, it’s out with old and in with the new to make room for the possibilities – those wonderous, marvelous possibilities!
To do so responsibly, I share a link to one of my favourite organizations, The David Suzuki Foundation. Here they share where to recycle or repurpose your discarded items to lighten your load in your home and your load on our planet.
My sincerest wishes to each of you that this New Year will bring you all you’ve imagined and envisioned and that you have the courage to make it happen.
Love and Hugs.
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns,
or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”
― Abraham Lincoln
Learn from mistakes or be consumed by them.
Forgive misgivings or harbor resentments.
Look on the bright-side or seek the worst.
Words are funny little things too.
Words can evoke an emotion or project an attitude.
That’s why words can hurt and emails can be misconstrued.
As I pondered my choices of attitude and words, I felt the name of this blog didn’t really convey my feelings accurately any more.
Why did I feel I was struggling to stay positive?
Because I was pushing against the negative.
We struggle when there’s a fight. When we feel we aren’t being heard.
What happens if we stop struggling?
The resistance is no longer there.
We surrender to what is out of our control.
I can only choose how I look at things, how I react, how I feel.
And I’ve realized one thing for sure –
Positivity is a choice.
So rather than Wrestle and Struggle, I will Embrace and Choose.
Welcome to the next generation of my blog!
Choosing To Stay Positive in a World of Negativity.
It may seem like a small change. A tweak in language. A waste of time even.
But to me it is a shift in attitude, in perspective, in feeling.
You may wonder why I have chosen, yes chosen, to keep ‘world of negativity’ if I am so geared toward the feeling of positivity. That is because I feel we are so bombarded by negative media and messages.
And although I have no control over that, what I do have control over is what I choose to subject myself to and what I choose to put out into this world.
What can you expect?
I will continue to post about
What you will see more of, however, are stories about:
I admit that these stories may not always, in fact may not often, portray a positive situation but they will be stories that I feel not enough people are aware of.
They are realities of our world that we must face and do something about sooner than later.
I’m hoping that by learning about them, you will feel empowered to effect change.
Once aware of a problem, we can make educated choices thereby achieving (hopefully) a positive result.
Awareness = Education.
Education = Informed Choices
Informed Choices = Empowerment
Empowerment = Positive Change
That is my hope.
That is my intention.
I want this to be a place where you can come to feel uplifted, inspired, educated and driven to make a positive difference in the world.
Where you too can Embrace and Choose.
So rejoice, because thorn bushes are chock-full of fragrant roses.
Are you with me?
See my new page: Sharing The Love
This page is where I will share products and services that I have come across that I think you, my dear readers, will appreciate.
My intention is not to make hard sells, you won’t find that here, only to propagate positivity.
The page has just begun and will continue to expand so please check back often.
For you writers out there, it is worth your while to check it out TODAY. There is an opportunity listed (the first and only one at the time of publishing this post – I wanted to get the word out fast) that I am positive you will be happy to have come across.
I wish you all a wonderful day.
Are you kidding me?
You hardly know me?
Yet there it was. Laid out in black and white.
I read it again. Yup, no mistake.
Someone new-ish to my blog, a recent follower, a virtual friend, awarded me not one, not two, but three awards at once!
A triple crown! A triple-decker! A super-duper triple ace!
I’ve never heard of such a thing, yet apparently it exists. She herself was just awarded it.
This gracer of triple excitement is Oliana Kim of Whispering Insights. A thoughtful (as in deep thinker, not just kind), soul whose life work is helping others and whose blog showcases her diversity in prose and contemplation.
So what are these awards you ask?
The Best Moment Award:
Awarding the people who live in the moment,
The noble who write and capture the best in life,
The bold who reminded us what really mattered –
Savoring the experience of quality time.
The Versatile Blogger Award is awarded based on “the quality of the writing, the uniqueness of the subjects covered, the level of love displayed in the words on the virtual page…the quality of the photographs and the level of love displayed in the taking of them. Honoring those bloggers who bring something special to your life whether every day or only now and then.”
So, you can see why I think this is a big deal. I am grateful and honoured that Oliana thought me worthy.
Bloggers supporting bloggers. Ones who have become your followers. Ones who feel that your words are worth reading when your latest post falls into their Reader or their Inbox.
That’s pretty satisfying.
Thank you, Oliana.
But of course, with these awards come some rules and some homework.
Here are the rules.
#1. check, #2. check, #3…
Since I take these awards seriously, I want to ponder my nominations carefully.
There are bloggers whom I follow and I have previously awarded them well-deserved awards so rather than risk repetition, I ask that I be granted more time to further explore the wonderful world of WordPress in order to discover even more bloggers worthy of the triple crown.
So I’m going to bend the rules a tad and as I come across a blog that I feel fits the criteria, I will notify them individually.
Forgive me blogging gods.
So #3 & #4 are in process.
That leaves #5 – share 7 things about yourself.
So there you have it. Seven things I am sure you are glad to know about me.
But this you must know, I am very grateful for this triple honour. It makes me feel like all the time it takes to write these posts is worth every minute.
Triple bowls of happiness to you today. I’m sharing the Joy!
I remember the sounds…the bumble bees flitting from flower to flower, the birds chirping merrily on high, my friends’ laughter as we enjoyed playing games in the yard.
I remember the feelings…the warmth of the sun, the cold of the sprinkler’s drops on my hot skin, the freedom to explore the world on foot or by bicycle.
Summer brings memories of childhood days without schedules and routine.
Longer days meant later bedtimes – more time to enjoy the relaxed lifestyle that summer entices.
It is during the cold winter months that we dream of summer, determined to wait out the season until we again have the chance to re-encounter our youth.
We crave summer’s simplicity in the dead of winter when going outside requires layers of clothing, and footwear to protect from slips and falls, scraping off cars before venturing out on the treacherous roads.
Summer invites us to strip off the layers and walk barefoot whenever possible.
We are thankful for the ease when embarking on the day and we don’t mind pulling on a sweater to curl up outside as we watch the stars blink open their sparkling eyes.
Summer is Mother Nature’s kiss. It is warm and sweet and special and earned.
Summer is upon us.
When was the last time you…
…ran through a sprinkler
…jumped in a puddle
…swung on a swing
…squished your bare toes in the mud
…rode a bicycle
…caught a frog, had a good look and let it go
…lied on your back in the grass and watched the clouds
…skipped down the street
…ate a popsicle?
Embrace your youthful spirit. The fleeting season is upon us.