How times change, fifty years ago I was celebrating my last Christmas as a patient in the Children’s Hospital and a year later I was attempting to catch a mud-eating goose from a pond in Stanley Park to have as my first Vancouver Christmas supper. There has been a lot of magic deer poop dust on the rooftops since then. But with Christmas behind us and, from what I keep hearing, a very shitty 2015 finished time to move on. I happen to share the sentiment so I will just say I am looking forward to a 2016 of better head spaces. I also realize I have to be responsible for my own well being so I need to start writing again. I have ignored my writing for the last couple of months allowing too much time to bottle things up. That’s not good for anybody.
After watching the recent coverage of the Truth and Reconciliation report I was reminded of why I write. It cathartic and cleansing to the system, not just the body. Memories and experiences can be just as disabling as any traumatic accident, one may be more visible but both require rehab and rehab is as cathartic as it is physical. My writing is one form of catharsis that helps me to clean out the emotional cupboard.
I recently began following the blog of Bronnie Ware, not only a talented entertainer but a lady with an interesting eclectic occupational background which includes a well documented history as a palliative care nurse. I really do find her work fascinating and I need some fascinating focus for 2016 so here I go. I am working my way around to see if her music reflects the wisdom of her words.Continue reading “Starting 2016 Back at the Beginning”