Time

Time. There’s never enough.  I always feel behind so, I procrastinate.  Does that make any sense?  Not really.

After neglecting my “should list” for the entire morning, I took off to join up with my 83-year old buddy, Annabelle. With fourteen blockages around her heart, her time is definitely “limited” although you would never know it. Annabelle wasn’t on my “should list”. She was in my heart as a “must do”. My heart is one thing I adhere to!

She welcomed me at her door with an infectious smile, homemade coffee packed in a thermos, delicious store bought treats for later and her walker ready to be repacked.  “The doctor doesn’t want me to drive anybody,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “So I just go by myself.”  But today I was honoured to be her chaueffer.

The conversation began in her usual way, with gratitude. Accepting her recent diagnosis, she soon dismissed talk of her health and focused on how happy she was that I would meet her friend whom she visited often and fed supper to every Sunday.

Riddled with Multiple Sclerosis and in a long-term care facility, I was escorted in with the intention that I would write about this remarkable woman who had once been a model and was a mother of five.  Resilient, determined and forthright Annabelle’s friend filled our time with stories and much laughter!

But it was Annabelle that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.  Was it the comforting words and shaking hand as she fed her companion? Was it the resourcefulness as she pulled out her own forks and plates so as not to impose?  Or could it be that little girl giggle as she heaped the whipped cream on our delicious goodies while telling an off coloured joke?  I sat feeling I was witness to something sacred.

Remembrances of her friend welled up in Annabelle as she apologized for her frequent enthusiastic interruptions. She kept telling me to write things down and I did but it was all about her.

I dropped her off and promised a coffee date.  I knew it had to be soon.  I left with a tremendous peace.  If it was one thing Annabelle didn’t waste, it was time.

I woke up the next morning invigorated.  This day I would live it like Annabelle.

The 60s are here, man!

Hey blog readers!  I am back after a brief hiatus into birthday frivolity!

The 60s are here, man!  Yes, I have officially entered that decade with humour, energy and, I must admit, a lot of sass!!  Hahaha! Two cakes later, delicious Indian food and more celebrations this week, I am looking through those rose coloured glasses into a year of major shifts and creative sparks!

My new year has always begun with the fall.  The fresh air, bright colours and shorter days invigorate me.  Returning from Edmonton on meandering back roads reminded my sister (a visual artist) and I how important it is to live with eyes open. Our perpetual seeking has given us the gift of vision whether whispered between us or shared with an audience. It’s truly not a choice but a “must do”. By the end of our drive, we both determined to do more!

***House concerts await with a combination of music I love and stories that pour out of me like exhaling air!

***Short spurts of exhilarating fun and plans for an evening concert cabaret has begun!

***My “I love you, Teacher” workshop has morphed into a beautiful presentation to nurture those frontline warriors!  Gulp!  I want to give them a PD of bolstering their confidence without a handout out!!!

As you can see, I am NOT winding DOWN but definitely winding UP!!!   I encourage all of you to do the same.

I guess I am finding my inner “pearl”.  Pretty cool, I think!  Or should I say, “Far out!”

Love to all of you groovy people!  Lana