In the car with our bags packed, we headed to Camp B’nai Brith in Sainte-Agathe-des-Monts, Quebec in the Laurentian Mountains. Part of me couldn’t believe I was doing this, which was both in my comfort zone and really out of my comfort zone. But with each year of life, I commit to trying something new. Actually, I was thrilled to be going back to camp and so looking forward to teaching the workshops, Writing by Candlelight and Journaling for Wellness at “The Wellness Weekend”.
My glorious student, Helen Zener Buck, is a Torontonian who now lives in Montreal since 2021. She states, “I am a 94-year-old poet and artist inspired by nature.” During one of our nature appreciation writing classes, Helen read her poem, Willow Tree, to the class. After hearing it, we were all completely transfixed. I asked Helen if I could publish her beautiful poem. I just had to share it with everyone.
Pump up the volume for this article — I was just walking down the aisle of my local grocery store, when suddenly I heard one of my favourite songs. Now, I’m dancing in the aisle! Seriously, I’m dancing and singing at the same time. I’ve lost complete control of my responsibilities and I LOVE IT!
Years ago, my dear friend told me I should do yoga. She said I would love the spiritual journey and exercise. At the time, I didn’t have the need to go on a spiritual journey. Every time I wrote into my journal, I was on my own personal spiritual journey. Daily I write and meditated with myself and my thoughts. Sometimes, I can sit for an hour and only write 1 page. What am I doing which takes so long? It shouldn’t take me more than 20 minutes to write 1 page. Truthfully, I get lost in the words, the thoughts, and the time. I enter a place in my mind and become detached from reality. While journaling… I meditate
My wonderful student, Yasmine Saker read this piece to our class. After hearing it, I asked if I could publish it. This piece needed to be shared. Please enjoy Yasmine Saker’s writing. I’m certain you will relate to it in some interesting way.
I don’t get it. You can put a man one the moon, but you can’t buy a 1 ½ cocktail? Believe me when I say, I have asked many servers to make me a 1 ½ cocktail and I usually get an uncomfortable stare.
So, I pace out my Cosmo… And… I don’t ever make it.
On Sunday night, June 4th, we burnt the 2023 candles and put the Peace, Love & a Cure JDRF campaign to bed. Literally, after the Walk, I crawled into my bed and napped all afternoon. With my cozies on, I fell into such a deep sleep, I couldn’t get up to change into pjs or brush my teeth. Down for the count…TKO!
The ‘60s were so cool, hip, groovy and psychedelic. The music was awesome and inspiring. For some crazy reason, I thought turning 60 would breed that kind of mentality. I would be cooler, hip, groovy and psychedelically chill. No one warned me that turning 60 would provide me the opportunity to live life as a Desert Rose.
Yes, that was me, the David Cassidy singing gal skiing up and down tracks 2 and 6 with a smile on my face. But, I wasn’t alone. I was with so many other skiing enthusiasts, smiling and enjoying the gift of pristine fresh winter snow in February. It doesn’t get better than this. This is pure love!