Saturday, 3 April 2021

NaPoWriMo - Day 3

 Day 3 - Still hanging in...

Today's challenge - write a poem inspired by some randomly chosen words.

My words are: draped, lush, light, tear, gurgle (yes, this was an awkward choice..)

Transition

Spring arrived early
light on her nimble 
yet nearly invisible wings
She slid in
her silky, lush warmth
draped over us
and she let the sun shine
melting streams
allowing water to flow
and gurgle
Announcing her presence
sending winter packing
no regrets
no tears

-Lisa

Friday, 2 April 2021

NaPoWriMo - Day 2

 Today's challenge: write a poem about your own road not taken...

Leavings

I didn't have to leave you
    and honestly
it would have been easier to stay
but how would that look...
    biting our tongues
    avoiding eye contact
   stepping on egg shells
    and distancing
            before it was a thing
That road
would have led to
    further disappointment
    hardened hearts
    and resentment
I didn't want to become good
at any of those...
We look back now
    as cautious friends
    both in agreement
glad that road
        washed out when it did...

-Lisa

Thursday, 1 April 2021

NaPoWriMo - Day 1

I'm back - I'm going to try to be anyway for National Poetry Writing Month where I will attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. Heady and ambitious I know! But with COVID I desperately need distraction and a creativity outlet. I'm very rusty but anyway... here goes.

Today's poem is a poem inspired by the animated version of "Seductive Fantasy" by Sun Ra and his Arkestra. 

The Night Inside My Daydream

Daytime spirals into night
taking with it all the light
Elongated bodies lie
they follow starlight in the sky
I stretch my arms from dusk to dawn
Embracing dark's phenomenon
Reaching out I find a hold 
Tenuous and uncontrolled
Blindly wander through the mist
Til daylight's break, and sunlight's kiss
Those hapless fools who made it through
the foggy trance, like me....and you
We're left to dream - to find the source
The soul of this diurnal course

-Lisa


p.s. this is not an April Fool's joke ;)

Thursday, 4 April 2019

Things we need to leave behind


Things we need to leave behind

I first saw this list as I was scrolling through one of my social media feeds a couple years ago. It struck a chord with me because with each point I kept nodding to myself. I’ve added my own personal commentary to each item because it solidifies that I have, indeed, been able to let go of many of these things. There are some that are still firmly latched on and I admit that is where I need to focus my energies.
This list is by no means complete but it is a start. If you can think of other things that you personally have let go, please let me know in the comments section/
1.      The belief that you have to wait for someone else to make the first move.
When I met my husband, we were friends at first and I realized how shy he was.  I grew more and more attracted to him but I never got the sense that he felt the same. On our first “official date” I threw caution to the wind and kissed him in the parking lot before walking away because I knew he wouldn’t have done it…He later thanked me for making the first move.
2.      The idea that you are only as good as you are better than another woman. The war we wage against one another is a fierce one, and studies show that women have an evolving tendency toward “indirect aggression.”
I hate that a lot of women feel the need to be competitive. I’ve been there, felt that competitiveness and as I’ve aged, let it go. And guess what… it felt pretty good.
3.      High heels that leave your feet writhing in pain after an hour of wearing them. (But if you insist, buy them half a size too big and double up on the insert-able foot pads. You’re welcome.)
I have tried to wear heels. I have honestly tried. But I’ve grown to respect my feet too much to put them through that anymore. The highest I can go is about an inch. Anything beyond that and the shoes are off more than they are on and then what is the point?
4.      The desire for approval, especially over arbitrary things like whether you shave or frequent the sex shop or take selfies or want to be married by 25 or don’t want to be married at all.
I fight this one all the time. I do admit this is a constant inner battle for me. It’s the child in me that is always seeking approval. As well, Social Media plays on this in many ways - garnering likes makes you popular and ups your approval. I try not to check those when I post. If "I" like it then that should be good enough.
5.      The idea that once a certain appearance is achieved, happiness will be as well. Only having love for yourself when you look a certain way isn’t genuinely loving your body. 
If this were true no woman would be happy until the day they died. Each day is precious. It shouldn’t matter whether or not you have grey hair or cellulite or a jiggly stomach (and I do have them all ;0)), and it’s a tough one to let go for even the strongest of wills.
6.      The idea that there’s only one concept of “beauty,” and it’s the kind you see in the magazines. Whenever I hear a woman say, “Oh, she’s so beautiful!” I think, according to who? You? Society? Which society? Me? Beauty standards from around the world, and the ideal (Western) body has changed in just 100 years alone.
Beauty has always been in the eye of the beholder. Never forget that. I’ve met some seriously gorgeous women who are not very attractive at all, and vice versa. It’s very easy to see beauty if you look for it.
7.      The idea that your wedding day is about other people. Yes, you want everyone to enjoy themselves while celebrating with you, but never should it take precedence over the reason you’re there in the first place, as very often becomes the case.
My husband and I went to a Caribbean island and got married barefoot on the beach. We were tired of others telling us who should/shouldn’t be invited to our wedding.
It was just the two of us, the sand and the sunset…because in the end, it was our day and no one else’s. We have absolutely no regrets.
8.      The fear that enjoying traditionally “girly” things, and talking about them, is vapid and somehow makes you less of a person. If your idea of beauty encompasses partaking in hairstyling and cosmetics, go for it.
Many women avoid pink or frills for fear of being judged as less intelligent or not taken seriously. A coworker of mine drives a pink Jeep and is as girly as they come, but man is she fierce with amazing business acumen! I do look up to those women who can pull off both with ease.
I’m not very “girly” myself, but also have a most wonderful pink t-shirt that is emblazoned with the words “Life is Good.”
9.      Expectations our mothers and grandmothers would theoretically have for us, because they lived in a different time and world.
Sit up straight. Don’t chase boys. Black doesn’t look good on you. You’re going to wear that? What will people think? Your uterus might fall out…. And…you get the picture.
10.   “Inspiration” pants that are two sizes too small.
Really?! These still exist? I got rid of mine a long time ago.
11.   Apologizing when you’ve done nothing wrong.
I’m sorry… It’s a Canadian thing. ;0)

Thursday, 24 April 2014

Celebrating National Poetry Month

In honour of National Poetry Month I thought I would contribute a couple of poems I have written as well as one that never ceases to move me emotionally. (National Poetry Month was introduced in 1966 to increase awareness of poetry in the U.S., and Canadians have celebrated since 1999)





Concrete Spirit - LC

 

This city is mine

November barren

grey and white

flecked with green and red streetlights

 

Its flatness is mine

out office tower windows

miles of horizon

small boxes puffing in the winter chill

 

The empty streets are mine

as people crowd inside skywalks

timid human hamsters daunted by the cold

I stubbornly stroll the sidewalks

                                claiming the bleakness as my own

 

This silent night is mine

tree skeleton shadows dancing on my bedroom ceiling

I lie exposed

warm in my solitude

 

This city is mine

It has a beating heart, but beats alone

you have to listen

to find its soul...




 

 Vagabond Dreamer - LC

My vagabond dreamer
drives through the night
I map his progress
golden push pins
in a map stapled to my wall
tracing his journey
 
Cell phone speak
Scattered sentences
I place them carefully back together
while I lay beneath my sheets
holding tightly to his words
because they’re all I have
 
The intangible him
is always here
traveling through my thoughts
a ghostly mist
of man and memory
Any form brings comfort
 
Another call
Another town
Another gold pin
 
If I squint in the darkness
they twinkle like stars
reflecting the streetlight outside
I drift to sleep
in my private celestial universe
dreaming of the vagabond
and me...





 


 
High Flight – John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, --and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of --Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew --
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Turning 50


 As I enter into my 50th year on this earth I have been reflecting on the past. It is something that came to me in the middle of the night a few weeks ago when I couldn’t sleep. (Which, unfortunately, is one of the side-effects of aging that I don’t particularly enjoy)

I have not been dreading turning 50, just like I didn’t dread turning 40. Forty was one of the best years of my life because I deliberately focused on embracing it – aging is inevitable. Denying or dreading it would waste time.

Random things that floated through my mind included the following:

FRIENDSHIPS

The friendships that have developed throughout my life have changed as I’ve gotten older. I used to have many close friends whom I saw on a regular basis. I now have many acquaintances whom I see from time to time, and a smaller number of closer friends I keep in touch with, sometimes only by text or email, at least a couple times a week.

I’ve gravitated to those people who accept me and all my little flaws, who don’t care about my long list of idiosyncrasies, who don’t judge me and who can laugh with me (and sometimes at me) about the simplest of things. Life is too short to waste trying to impress other people. I can honestly say that I have some amazing people I call friends.

CAREER

When I was younger I often worried about where my career was going to take me. I had lofty dreams of what I considered awesome career paths – some of which included physiotherapist, engineer, teacher and writer.  My actual career path took quite a different direction.  Most of the jobs I held I almost “lucked into” by being in the right place at the right time as well as knowing the right person.  I know by having a number of different careers/jobs that I won’t be experiencing  “Freedom55”.  I will likely be working right into my late 60’s. Unless I win the lottery I have to be OK with that.

RELATIONSHIPS

Part of the reason I will be working into my 60’s (or later) is divorce. I’m pretty sure it set me back at least 10 years financially.  That said I am confident that I am in a good place. This just feels right. I have had a few serious relationships in my life. None of them comes close to what I currently have.

And that brings me to…

LOVE

I have searched for love all of my life. I have found it. I can’t put into words except to say I have never been happier, that I would be lost without him, that I look forward to beginning every day with him, and closing my eyes each night knowing that he is with me.

RAISING A FAMILY

I have come to the conclusion that raising a family has been the single most rewarding, and frustrating, experience in my life. I love my children and if I had to live my life over again…I would do exactly the same thing, because that chain of events brought me my two boys. I could not imagine my life without them in it.

LOSS

As I get older I am faced with loss more often than I’ve ever been. At the end of 2013 I lost an uncle, a cousin and her unborn child within two weeks of each other. Granted I was not extremely close to them – they all lived a province or more away - but they were family. And last month I lost my grandmother, Mummu, my last living grandparent. With each phone call I move one step closer to my own mortality. I think this is the one thing that stands out as I get older.  
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Overall I am basically the same person I’ve always been. I have a few more aches and pains and I take longer to heal up when I get hurt. I would still be lost without books and music in my life. I love being a mom and I love being a soulmate. I also love people not believing that I am 50. It tells me that I am doing something right, that I have some pretty amazing genes in my family. I have to thank my parents, both of whom are still active, mentally and physically, well into their 70’s. They are great role models.

Maybe I don’t need to win the lottery…because I already have.

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Reminiscing - Polar Bear Run 2007


 

Polar Bear Run 2007 - a 30km "run" across Lake Winnipeg from Gimli to Grand Marais.

 
**A friend of mine recently completed this same run and it got me thinking back to the year when I did it. I searched through my computer and then through race reports I had written for RunningMania and it took me forever to track ti down. I decided to repost so I could go back and remember exactly what I am capable of. More than I ever thought - I have to keep on reminding myself of that...
 
Southern end of Lake Winnipeg
March 11, 2007 - The weather forecast that the day was going to be great. I got up at 6:15 and had a quicke bite to eat before going outside to wait for fellow runners Dwayne and Pam, and driver Mike. They were promptly there at 7:00 and we headed north to Gimli and Husavik Road where the run was scheduled to start. It was an access road and there were cottages all around – no bathrooms and no bushes to hide behind. Since we were early, and after checking in with the few people who were already there, we decided to drive the four miles north to Gimli to find some bathroom facilities. We met some other runners, Ian and Cheryl, who had had the same idea as they were at the same gas station as us.

Back at the start area (There was really no start line as this was not an official race) we had a group picture taken and someone yelled out, "Shall we go now?!" Someone else said, "Sure!" and that was the start – no bib, no line, no chip, no mat…just a bunch of us running down the snowy shore of the lake. I started  my watch and made my way with the other out onto the frozen surface.  The footing was dicey and it was already slow going... "What had I gotten myself into?" was the first thought that crossed my mind. In about 5 minutes in we hit the official groomed snowmobile track. It was packed and fairly solid. Thank goodness for I am not sure if I would have been able to run 18 miles on something barely passable as a trail.

The first group spread out rather quickly. (I started with the slower group – those of us who had previously determined that it would take us longer than 3 hours to complete the run.) The ‘speedys’ hung back and started about an hour after us – in hopes that we could all finish in roughly the same time.

It was a surreal experience – running on the frozen lake surface. The trail was marked every 1/0th of a mile with bright orange posts, so you could see the trail clearly until it eventually disappeared into the horizon. But this was unlike any other run I had done in that there were no actual mile markers. I knew time was passing, because I had my watch on, but since the scenery didn’t change from mile to mile, it felt like I was suspended in a never-ending frozen wasteland.




Miles and miles of grey nothingness

There was a point about an hour in when I had stopped to take some Gatorade and a gel…I looked ahead, behind, to the left and to the right – all I could see was endless white. Aside from the other runners, who at this point were quite a ways either in front of me or behind, I felt like I was the only person on the planet. It was very close to one of the most humbling experiences of my life.

The time seemed to pass more quickly than I had anticipated and before I knew it, it was already two hours in. By this time I could make out the shoreline in the distance. It was interesting in that it didn’t seem to get any closer no matter how long I ran – even half an hour later it seemed to be the same distance away. So I stopped looking up…


Arriving on the eastern shore
At about 3 hours the shore had started to become distinctive and I could just make out cottages on the far side. By this time the trail had become quite ‘sugary’ due to the rising temps and the snowmobiles that had stirred up the track going back and forth. I tried to stay as close to the still frozen side as I could, but it didn’t seem to make a difference anymore – I think I may have logged an extra half mile zigging and zagging trying to find adequate footing.

Finally a skier passed me and said that there were only 2 ½ miles to shore. Those were the longest miles I have ever logged. Finally I came over a slight rise that separated the lake from the lagoon and I could see people waiting on the shore. There was no stopping at that point – I wanted to be done and see my parents and my two boys who were waiting for me on the shore. There was no finish line, no finishers medal and no schwag waiting at the end…but there was relief, pride, and a huge sense of accomplishment.
 


Fellow runners who had come in before me were there with big hugs and congratulations. I found out from couple of veteran runners that conditions were the best they had been in years. I couldn't imagine running in worse conditions than the final half an hour out there.

I completed the just-under-18-mile run in 3 hours 35 minutes.
 




Building forts under the drifing snow blown in from the lake
 It was a was gone in a couple of hours and I was already thinking of the next one.wonderful run, the soreness

My kids had a great time playing on the shoreline waiting for me to arrive. They were also treated to a "tour" of our bombardier that carried gels, water, power bars and gatorade back and forth along the trail.

**I have not done this run since then - that was 6 years ago and after listening to my friend Bob's experience it made me want to revisit this amazing experience.