A photo this week of Greta Thunberg with Malala is an icon of hope. They are signs of a an emergent re-balancing of humanity’s priorities and – I dare to hope – choices.

Waiting at the. bus stop this morning, a smoker occupies herself inhaling and exhaling carcinogens. She then drops the butt on the sidewalk. Over my fellow citizens disregard for their health and the care of the earth I am powerless. The only power I have is to practice suspension of judgement which I fail to do.

It would change it utterly. The economic paradigm depends on citizens believing we are not enough and we never have enough. Gratitude is rooted in a sense of intrinsic worth and sufficiency.

Me too – sense of humour. Also, the impulse and follow through to create webs of connection.

It’s my intention since receiving a beautiful waterman fountain pen for Christmas to do just that. Thanks for the prompt!

the experience of being in my early seventies regularly brings new seeing – new perspectives – on my parents, childhood and family stuff. With this new perspective comes some regret alas. “I’ve looked at life from both sides now”

I have a lively appreciation of weather, its variety and vagaries. In this time of climate crisis however it is hardly neutral. patterns are irregular and in many places weather events are extreme and ways of life are disappearing (in the Arctic for example). Personally this evokes a variety of responses: worry, anger, grief, activism, curiosity.

In my early seventies I continue to revel in physical activities and thanks to the Essentrics program can enjoy them fully. Keep moving every part of the body is the mantra. BUT — I’m not at all accepting of my aging wrinkly, saggy, creviced skin. Oh to find the beauty there…

I choose to believe that every good vibe and action I put out is making a contribution.

Aging.

Planet earth our island home requires my conscious awareness and activism to help to preserve it.
Canadian democracy is sacred to me and requires my engagement as a citizen to preserve it.

Gratefulness has the magical effect of disempowering resentment. Healing and happiness follow.

My suitcase packed for travel to Hawaii today,
Art on my walls
Radio transmitting our public broadcaster which links, educates, informs, entertains.

Continue learning how lopsided the telling of Canadian history has been as told only through the lens of the colonizers. Righting it is to re-learn the history through the Indigenous lens. Today’s and every day’s practice.

Witnessing the unstoppable, insistent regeneration after the devastation of a forest fire.

Morning tea carefully brewed and lovingly brought to me in bed by my beloved, morning reflective time, exercise focus, errand walkabouts in the neighbourhood, afternoon tea, preparing our wholesome meals etc. I cherish the holy ordinary more and more.

Exactly the question I’m living with this season! The two major activities to which I was dedicated are changing or ending. It is an open moment. This good question invites me to wait, to listen and act with intention.

The advent of texting, curiously enough, reduces the distance between myself and others every single day. Texting about matters both trivial and significant erases the separation between myself and close friends and family. Via text I spontaneously contact seldom seen distant friends more readily and the distance between us instantly disappears.

I have made a conscious choice to make connections with newcomers to my very pluralistic, multicultural city (Vancouver). Being inclusive requires me being pro-active. My life is enhanced immeasurably by these friendships.

Such a worthy project! I am inspired by your courage Dusty Su. Blessings.