“Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much” – Helen Keller
The birds have been keeping me sane all week.
Their songs, tweets, chirps, and twittering melodies have calmed me, any moment I felt anxious about a bit of a difficult week.
It was Billie Holiday’s birthday. Her voice brings me back to a different time.
I am thankful for a glimpse into an unfamiliar place.
Love the colours.
I meant to include this last week. Lizzi wrote this incredible story about her time in Kenya. If you haven’t read it, you should.
I am thankful for tall mountain pose.
Someone who knows a lot more about yoga than me found this one. I’ve been trying it out. The woman describes the poses well, though I don’t know I am all that good at following the instructions. The deep breathing is the nice part.
The music in the background is rather soothing, but for the clanging bell sound that makes me think of that warning bell you hear at a train track as a train comes near. Not so relaxing for me. Kind of triggering.
I am thankful for a challenging week.
I have been doing A to Z for the first time and this week has been rather fun. I’ve not put too much pressure on myself with it.
I am thankful for an opportunity to share a little piece of myself.
It Was All a Blur #MyBlindStory
I am thankful for a night out at an author reading which involved some helpful men who showed me through the library and a kind word from an author, on a night I almost missed out on entirely.
It had been a rather bad week and I almost backed out and stayed hidden at home. If I’d received the rejection to a writing pitch I would receive while I was at said author reading, or if I’d heard the unsettling news that would come later on that night involving 45 and missile strikes, I may have chosen to stay hidden. Thankfully, I hadn’t. It was a rainy night, but I am glad I braved it anyway.
“Ann Walmsley author of the Prison Book Club will be sharing her experience of becoming a book club volunteer at men’s prisons in Ontario. This incredible book recently won the Edna Staebler award in 2016. One juror Bruce Gillespie quoted: “Walmsley’s book provides a unique glimpse into the lives of incarcerated men and the transformative power of literature and fellowship.” Featured several times on CBC it is truly a honour to have her come to Woodstock Public Library.”
After the reading, I introduced myself to the author and bought a copy of her book. I spoke to her about being a writer and she gave me a bookmark with her email and told me I could email her if I ever had any questions about writing.
I am thankful for scoops and slurs.
I have moved on from Brahms’ Lullaby and on to learning a song I didn’t recognize from my teacher’s description, until she played a little of it and a song that came, preprogrammed on my brother’s little keyboard from childhood, it all came back to me. I love the different violin techniques in this one. It will be a challenge, but one I am quite excited about taking on.
There are scoops when playing the violin. Going from one string to another.
Not all slurs are nice, but the one that occurs in this song is a new technique to me.
I am thankful for family members who are handy and generous with their talents and time.
A leak somewhere in my shower, dripping water down through my ceiling and into my living room are a different sort of April showers. Keep that outside my home preferably.
I have an uncle and cousin who do this sort of thing, fixing showers and leaks for desperate nieces and cousins like me.
The machine they had to use up in my ceiling was loud and reminded me of a dentist’s drill. Again, triggering.
Now I have a layer of dust over everything, including my books, but all is well again.
I am thankful for a day of family, an early Easter/birthday celebration.
Family days include fun, laughter, children playing, and scoops of vanilla ice cream.
I am thankful for my siblings and the siblings (my nieces and nephews) who have each other.
My nephew now has a sister, a sibling, and all of them have a friend for life.
This makes my list every year (National Siblings Day) and every year it is more and more true.
This year mine are willing to do something special with me in a few months, zip lining alongside Niagara Falls, to celebrate my twenty-year anniversary of my kidney transplant.
They are the best.
I am thankful for a surprise phone call from a friend.
I was tired, after this week, but it was nice to talk and catch up.
It’s been raining, off and on, all day long. This is April – to be expected. Not so bad.