Nine Months Ago
Nine months ago, I opened my eyes and noticed the first hint of morning light escaping around the edge of the blackout curtain. I shivered as my naked toes stretched beyond the duvet and I sighed to myself, “Another day; another dollar.” My workday included the usual chaos – a blend of laughter, heart-ache, quick decisions and adapting to the flux that is inpatient care. I scurried from office to office, making plans with therapists for the patients on my Off-Service Neuro caseload. I clocked thousands of steps as I busted my butt across the huge hospital site to meet those in need of a Neuro-Rehab eye. The last visit…
Truth, instead.
“The fantasy was shattered by my own growth.”
Backyard Poem
Lilac confetti covers the ground,
Living through Both/And
One of my favourite pastimes as a child was make-believe play. I dreamt up stories upon stories of worlds, plot lines and characters. So, with three floors of rooms swinging out into a blank canvas before me, my toy Lego mansion was a go-to medium for imagination. I could spend hours prone on the floor with that plastic house of opportunity in front of me.
Just Go For It
Here is your call to action: JUST GO FOR IT
Only sometimes
Sometimes I just don’t want to.
Colour-Conscious
No matter how hard you try, you will not see colour the way I do. You see with vision; through eyes with optic nerves carrying signals along pathways to occipital brain matter. I don’t see it that simply. I’m sensory elevated. I am colour- conscious.
Problematic things well-intentioned white people say (and I’ve said, too)
Happy Canada Day! So, leave talk of racism for another day, right? Well, oppression doesn’t take a day off. Today is the perfect day to reflect! Today is a perfect day to consider how I, and the groups I am a part of, continue to perpetuate oppression. Today is a perfect day to listen. And I’ve been sitting on this one for awhile. We all travel the journey to anti-racism imperfectly. Allow me to share what I’ve learned on the journey. Maybe I can help you avoid common pitfalls – some of which I’ve found myself in, too.
A day in the Life – Pandemic version
In only half-a-day, I’ve done a week’s worth of processing and learning. So, here is this morning’s experience of the mind for your reading pleasure.
What Can I Say? (for Papa)
Words? They’re tough to catch. They swirl around, elusive to my grasp. Too hard to hold but then they catch in my throat And I can’t speak.