"Oh no! Where did it all go! Did I just imagine it all?"
No, you aren't crazy - there used to be a blog here, dozens of posts where this wee little one now lives alone.
I started this blog several years ago when I was trying to figure out how to be "the best kind". And guess what?! I figured it out! Well for the most part anyway...
I am looking at life through a new lens. No, I didn't just get glasses or a new pair of shades nor am I wandering about with my monocle or Sherlock Holmesing it up with a magnifying glass - it's bigger than that. So much bigger. Are you getting excited yet? I sure am. But I'm not quite prepared to tell the tale, at least not just yet.
I'm going to take the next little while to go go back through all I learned through this blog journey. The really exciting thing is I'm convinced that with this new frame of view I'll learn even more than I did the first time around when I wrote and shared the posts with you. But for now this is a very personal stage of my journey. I hope you'll understand. I promise to share with you when the time is right, ok?
In the meantime, please take good care of yourself and keep always striving to be The Best Kind. You are loved.
Much love,
The Ringmaster
The Best Kind
If you’re lucky in life you have someone who will ask "How are you?" and wait for your answer. If you’re really lucky you can answer truthfully, “Best kind, b’y, best kind.”
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Friday, August 2, 2013
JUST DANCE
** October 31, 2016. Tomorrow I start ballet classes. I was invited by a friend. Despite never taking a dance class in my 40 years of existence I said to her "You know what, life is short so why not just give it a whirl, right?" Am I afraid of all the leotard will reveal about my recently resurrected Netflix & Doritos addiction? Am I a little concerned that I might fall on my face in front of everyone or make a complete fool of myself? Well the odds are pretty good but I'm not afraid. I wrote this post three years ago during a rough time. These past couple weeks I have watched helplessly as others grapple with grief and pain. I have been reminded of the fragility of life & our deep-welled capacity for sorrow but I have also witnessed the resiliency of the human spirit, our ability to sing and celebrate life in the face of loss and adversity, our ability to dance in the rain. RL
When I was a little girl I wanted to be a ballerina. It was possibly the 'girliest' thing about me. Most of the time I played in the mud, climbed trees in my ratty jeans and white sleeveless undershirts and went fishing with dad. But still I dreamed of one day being tall, beautiful, lean and graceful like Karen Kane. Living 45 minutes from town and the nearest dance lessons (and we all knew pretty early that I'd never be tall), it was a dream that surely would never be fulfilled .
When I was a little girl I wanted to be a ballerina. It was possibly the 'girliest' thing about me. Most of the time I played in the mud, climbed trees in my ratty jeans and white sleeveless undershirts and went fishing with dad. But still I dreamed of one day being tall, beautiful, lean and graceful like Karen Kane. Living 45 minutes from town and the nearest dance lessons (and we all knew pretty early that I'd never be tall), it was a dream that surely would never be fulfilled .

Fifteen years ago when my son was critically ill, I spent my
days a long way from home between the children’s hospital and my cramped hostel
room across the street. The ICU nurses had to kick me out everyday. Go get some
rest, they’d say, go have a shower, we’ll call you when he’s awake. For about a
month I lived between those two isolated worlds: the beeps and bustle of the
ICU and the deafening quiet of my tiny room. My parents made the trek across
the province to be with me for a week. In those days it definitely got louder
in the hostel room, especially every blessed night when when mom snored (omg) but I was going a little stir
crazy and just plain anxious for my little babe to be well.

A few days ago, my sister told me she had written a song for
me. Given her talent and our lineage it didn’t really surprise me but I waited
anxiously to hear it. What on earth could I have possibly inspired. She’s known
me for 37 years so who knows what stories she could tell in song or otherwise... I
haven’t seen her in a couple years and being a thousand miles away I am very thankful for technology. I got a link to this youtube video she made of her singing and playing MY song in an email this morning. I was so moved to know
she had thought of me but I was soooo not ready for the emotional upheaval that
was about to hit when I hit play. It has been a few difficult years for reasons
I won’t get into – my sister is one of very few who know what the past few
years have brought for me. But she remembered a time when I was stronger, more
resilient, when in the face of life changing chaos I would climb out into the
rain head high, arms open wide and just dance. I’m not much of a crier but I
bawled like a little girl when I watched this today. Never have I felt more
loved. No matter what cloud you are
under, I hope you have some good company there and I hope you look up to the
skies and dance.
I see the forecast is calling for rain tonight …
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