Everyone has a special talent within them. It might take years to uncover it, but it’s definitely there. The key is to unlock your talent and utilize it to its maximum potential. When I was younger, I didn’t know I would be a writer. I knew that I needed to write in my diary every day. I didn’t know this passion would become a profession. It took years for my writing seed to germinate and grow. I suppose the seed was always there inside of me. I just needed to harness and develop it. Some people have innate talents, which are completely a part of their landscape. No lessons are required to hone their skills — they just got it!
I wasn’t a lost person, always looking for themselves. I knew who I was early on. I felt connected to my world and work quite quickly. However, now I would love to talk to my 20-year-old self and say, “Hey, it’s ok to say NO – often. It’s ok not to agree. It’s ok that people won’t like you for being you. It’s ok to be independent. It’s ok to live along your own path even if it’s unpopular. It’s ok to simply be you!”
And… What profession am I talking about? How do you get paid in LOVE? Is actual LOVE the currency? Am I talking about matchmaking? Am I talking about a form of Professional Love? Also… What type of love am I referring to? The love people have for each other, or for animals, or for inanimate objects? Tell me! Which profession pays in love?
During the winter, many people complain about the cold temperatures, the snow, and the ice. I think I am one of the few people who love winter. Perhaps, complaining in general is non-stop. I constantly hear, “It’s so damn cold. The wind is a killer. I can barely walk from all the ice. I just can’t seem to warm up. Alas Spring!!!! I think the complaining season has come to an end…
An oldie, but a goodie… While growing up, the next tables I sat at were at birthday parties with friends. If you got to sit next to the birthday girl or boy, you were stylin! If you got an icing rosette from the birthday cake you were a princess or prince in the Queen or King’s court. Royalty seating and musical chairs was the fashion then. The tables to follow were in schools during lunch time. Those were more carefully selected and invitations were specific. Not always the friendliest and forgiving of seating situations. Who you sat next to depicted who your friends were and weren’t. These were more complicated seating times. Then we all grew up…
Hampstead resident and Suburban columnist, author and educator Suzanne Reisler Litwin has also been working tirelessly — for 35 years — to help find a cure for T1D through fundraising. She was inspired to do so when two of her teen friends, brothers, were diagnosed with the disease. “When I think about the day it’s deemed cured, I can’t imagine a greater feeling of success.”
The other morning I woke up to the sound of ticking on my bathroom window. Tick, tick, tick, tick … Stop … Again, tick, tick, tick, tick … Stop. Again and again, the same ticking sound and then it would stop. This pattern repeated for about five minutes. I rolled over in my bed and tried to go back to sleep. I assumed it was a squirrel running about.
Apricots! Oh, how I love apricots!!! My love for apricots developed around 35 years ago. I was around 20 years old. That summer, I went to Israel to work and tour the country. The group trip was called, “Experience Israel”. During the first part of the trip we lived and worked on a Kibbutz in the Negev Dessert. During the second part of the trip we toured Israel.
I worked on a Kibbutz for about a month. We woke up every morning at 4 a.m. The air was cool at 4:30 a.m. We were told to pick the fruits which looked colour filled and unripe. We were told to only eat the fruits which were ripe, but not to eat too many. If we ate too many, our best friend would be the toilet!
Now…is the time. Not tomorrow. Not the next day. Not when you are on vacation. Not when you have reached your perfect weight. Not only on your birthday. Not when you deserve it. Not when the stars, the moon and the planets are all perfectly aligned.
Today is the day to eat the chocolate.
Why in the world would a mother, such as myself not like Mother’s Day? Why wouldn’t I want to be celebrated for being a mother? The reason I don’t like this day is primarily because its gender based. It’s not neutral. Gender really doesn’t have a place in holidays or celebratory days anymore.
Happy Passover, Happy Easter and Happy Everything!
Please enjoy my newly published poem, “Now, I Light My Candles”.
It is also in print in the Canadian Jewish News, Passover Greetings 2018 – Literary Supplement.
Enjoy with Joy!
Oh, how I miss the simple pleasures of receiving mail. When mail passes through the mail slot of my front door, I usually get excited. The anticipation of, “What am I going to receive today”, is fun. But… Lately, I’m disappointed. I’ve been receiving mostly advertisement flyers……. Where are the love letters?
This new digital age is playing havoc on the respect and use of privacy. It seems nothing or very little has any right to privacy. My greatest concerns are the very young people who can’t even exercise their rights to it.
Let me explain…
After months and months of planning, I have officially launched my 2018 Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation Fundraising campaign! It’s a really big deal for me. I have been involved with JDRF since its inception. Somewhere well over 35+ years ago, I participated in their first ever JDRF Bike-a-thon event. I haven’t stopped raising funds for this cause as a cure has not been found. Until a cure for diabetes is found, I won’t stop. I don’t think I can stop unless we obtain our goal. It’s got to come soon because I’m cranking up there in the age zone.
Don’t you just love getting ‘done’ those things which have been hanging around for a long time? Ya know like, finally getting those pictures into photo albums. Funny, I don’t think people do that anymore! How’s about throwing out those stacks of old magazines? I’m not sure people buy that many magazines either. Here’s one, cleaning out those messy drawers and closets!
So, I asked some of my friends and family about their life’s balance. Specifically I asked, Do you have a balance in your life? If you do or don’t, briefly explain it to me. Every friend had a different perspective on their life’s balance. Here are their responses…
Written in blessed memory of my beloved father, Seymour Reisler
I was quite young when I knew what I wanted to be. The first person I wanted to be was a ballerina! I wanted to be a ballerina so badly. I studied ballet when I was a child. I loved and presently love to watch ballerina’s dance. I still toe out all the time. My Yoga Guru Gal Dorit constantly tells me to align my feet in a parallel form, I can’t do it. I’m always in a natural first position.
How in the world am I supposed to remember my pin number? It’s not like I have only one. I have many and on a given day I need to access quite a few numbers. My memory isn’t as great as it used to be. Actually, it sucks! Can I blame this and everything else on menopause?
Let your creativity blossom this Spring! Be it a personal essay, creative fiction, poetry or any other writing genre, do it in a fun, stimulating and creative way!
Where: Le Centre Cummings
When: April 25 to May 30th, 6 sessions, 1-3 pm