Ballet Flowers

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Be Beautiful.
Be Smart.
Be Kind.
Be Authentic.
Believe in Yourself!
Believe in your Dreams!

Last week Isabel performed in her school Talent Show at International Day. The words above were written by her (with two changes made by her friends: ‘be strong’ was changed to ‘be smart’ and ‘be creative’ was changed to ‘be kind’) and spoken at the start of their performance. When the process finished, she insisted on capturing the experience by creating a video of the memories… here it is: The Ballet Flowers.

About a month ago, she came home filled with excitement to tell me that she and three of her friends were going to perform in the Talent Show. She informed me that their group would be called The Ballet Flowers, and that three of the girls (herself included) would dance ballet, while one of the girls would sing. The girls choreographed the dance to reflect the life of a flower… from seedling to full bloom, and then being picked and eventually wilting back to the earth. The singer was originally planning to write her own song to reflect the story. Have I mentioned that these girls are six and seven?! I credit their amazing grade one teacher for giving them the freedom to let their imaginations soar as they launched into this creative process.

As we moved forward, it appeared that they had to choose a song that was already established. So the singer looked through her repertoire and chose the song: “I wish I had her life”. With the new theme, the dancers adjusted their movements to better reflect the song… and their dance transformed. I had the privilege of watching them create along the way as they all provided input to every aspect of their experience. As the talent show drew near, we began to focus on practice and repetition, rather than adding in changes… but still had fun. There was always good food and we lucked out with amazing weather. So there was lots of time outside.

The Ballet Flowers at their Dress Rehearsal (with Anaïs)

The Ballet Flowers at their Dress Rehearsal (with Anaïs)

Isabel & Taylor playing in the sandbox after practice

Isabel & Taylor playing in the sandbox after practice

Lunch time practice with all the girls

Lunch time practice with all the girls

peeking in backstage at the dress rehearsal

peeking in backstage at the dress rehearsal

you're next!!

you’re next!!

sometimes serious, sometimes silly... always fun!!

sometimes serious, sometimes silly… always fun!!

having fun in the backyard

having fun in the backyard

Practicing in the backyard

Practicing in the backyard

twirling in the sun

twirling in the sun

coming in... giggling together

coming in… giggling together

I will admit that at the outset, i was a little uncertain about this entire process… in particular the auditions and the competitive aspect. I felt that six might be a little young to learn about such elements of reaching for your dreams! But the girls were excited and asked all the important questions: “what’s an audition?”, “what if we aren’t chosen?” The girls also faced some interesting interactions with friends and had the chance to discuss words such as jealousy and mockery; as well as what it means to do what you love and follow your own dreams… however big or small. And the girls followed through with continued enthusiasm.

I was also truly impressed with the supportive environment of the talent show itself… where all participants were encouraged to do their best, and applauded for their courage. I was told by the organizers that (along with two or three other acts this year) this was the first year that grade ones auditioned for the Talent Show… and each group was truly remarkable. The girls did an amazing job at International Day… and what struck me was their fearlessness. Isabel seemed to have no concept of being ‘nervous’. She was so excited to go up on stage and dance… to perform. The girls created every part of this together, and they were so proud of their work. They believed in themselves.

Isabel had the idea of adding some words at the start of the song which each girl would speak… and this too was owned by each girl as they changed the words to reflect their own personalities.

a little laughter on stage as the song started to early...

a little laughter on stage as the song started too early…

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moving into seedlings as song begins…

look at that twist and jump!!

look at that twist and jump!!

twirl, twirl, twirl...

twirl, twirl, twirl…

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Believe in yourselves… believe in your dreams!!!

good times

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Each friend represents a world in us, a world of possibility not born until they arrive, and it is only in this meeting that a new world is born. ~ Anaïs Nin

The school year is coming to an end, and with it seems to come activity and a force that pushes us ‘forward’… towards summer vacation, towards closure, towards a new schedule, towards something… And as we move towards the ideal of calm sunny days, we are immersed in activity. It is also a time of year filled with farewell, and I will admit that the goodbye’s feel so strange to me, as it seems we only ‘just arrived’ and we are watching new friends already moving away.

Amidst the motion of this time of year, we have also been blessed with several visitors from Canada… and this has been positively wonderful. I find myself craving that connection these days as these individuals also bring with them a memory of my mom… an opportunity to celebrate the life she lived, and also a chance for me to talk about her without feeling as if i am simply dwelling in grief… but instead sharing memories of her life.

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. ― Jane Austen

This month, one of my longtime friends, Kyra, surprised me with a visit for her birthday!!! She brought with her the gift of energy, ‘knowing’ and the ‘simple’ act of witnessing my life as it unfolds in it’s daily routine. She shared a full week with us immersed in our daily routines… which were especially full with preparations for the Talent show, birthday parties and more. Without hesitation she leaped right in and had us all laughing (and sometimes crying), celebrating the moment, learning how to say ‘yuk’, and simply enjoying each other.

For me, her presence reminded me (yet again) how much I miss that part of not having my mom… that part which is witness to my life, that part which listens to all the details of my day, that part which is always present and engaged with all the little details. It’s also the part which can see me in all my many shades and reflect back in their own words. Someone who comes with knowing me… my past, my present, and my hopes for the future. So the insight and observation holds a perspective that connects and grounds.

Kyra & Isabel smiling

Kyra & Isabel smiling

Kyra & the kids watching Sophia & Ryder on the iPad

Kyra & the kids watching Sophia & Ryder on the iPad

Snuggled up cozy with Kyra

Snuggled up cozy with Kyra

reading stories together

reading stories together

champagne and good friends... that is worth celebrating!!!

champagne… celebrating over 20 years of friendship!!!

Kyra has a way of always celebrating the moment… and this time shared with her was no exception. In some ways, it also took me deeper into my own grief… but in a way that gives me permission to keep moving forward… to celebrate the joy of what is, while recognizing the clouds that still mist up my eyes and make it hard at times to speak. And through it, allowing the love of this moment to release the pain of the past. Still a work in progress… one breath at a time.

When you awaken love & laughter in your life, your mind let’s go of fear & anxiety, and your happy spirit becomes the healing balm that transforms every aspect of your human experience. ~ Jesse Dylan

heartache & gratitude

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It’s really simple actually… just make people happy. Maybe you have to learn it the hard way. But as long as you learn it, you’re going to make the world a better place. ~ Zach Sobiech

The other day I stumbled upon a song called Clouds, written by Zach Sobiech, a 17-year old boy facing the final months of his life due to a rare form of bone cancer, Osteosarcoma. The song transported me to the final weeks I shared with my mother. I took the time to watch the SoulPancake documentary “My Last Days: Meet Zach Sobiech” and felt the power of his grace for every second of the 22 minute clip. In his own words: “You don’t need to find out you’re dying, to start living.”

Just that day I had been out walking with the kids, and after days of rain, the sun seemed to peak out for a brief moment and blue skies were visible amongst white clouds. I took a picture… I had no idea I would be immersed into musical ‘clouds’ just a few hours later. The next day, when searching for the song to show to the girls, I learned Zach had passed away that morning. I felt a rush of emotion and heartache for the family, the friends, and the girlfriend who are all left to mourn his departure; and I was overcome with a feeling that perhaps grief never really goes away.

In moments of deep heartache, we often hear that time heals, that time makes it easier… but no matter the length of time, time does not wipe away the physical and emotional reality of the loss. The gap that is created where there once was a body, a person, a voice, a touch, a kiss, a tender moment shared, an embrace…

The ache of this void is physical, just as much as it is emotional… and for me, for now, it is ever present. When i reach back to the loss of my father, it remains present to this day. There is an empty space that never goes away. It cannot be replaced or filled by anything else. And it can erupt in unexpected and unanticipated ways, suddenly making me feel vulnerable and alone in that feeling of missing someone who i can no longer touch. Faith in something that is greater than us gives me hope that while the body is absent, the spirit remains alive and present… watching, waiting, and perhaps even participating. My oldest daughter is convinced that when people die they simply become invisible to our eyes. Our human senses can no longer register the pitch at which they exist, but that does not make them any less present. In her very analytical mind, this makes perfect sense.

In my own still very cloudy moments of heartache, there are times when my faith seems elusive to me. But one thing that is very clear is the ability of loss, grief and heartache to transform. I do not know if time heals, but I am certain that time offers opportunity to choose how we respond. Time gives us an opportunity to grow and be inspired, rather than jaded and lost. Time allows us to engage and re-engage into a new reality… aware of the pain, the vulnerability, the physical effort to keep standing tall. And perhaps, time, if we allow it, makes us more authentic and offers us an opportunity to be more grateful, more compassionate, more… more ourselves.

But even in this offering, neither time, nor anything else, removed the tangible space that now exists where once someone precious to us had filled that void. Despite death being a part of our existence, it is a part of our human experience that unravels us to our core.

I once read (or heard) that heartbreak has the beautiful potential of opening our hearts to new possibilities. As painful and as difficult as it is, if we embrace it and allow ourselves to live through it… if we trust in something that is bigger than this moment, while simultaneously remaining fully present in all the moment has to offer… then heartbreak is just another door opening, a door inside our heart… allowing us to expand into more love, more faith, more hope. Though I will tell you, that it is an active choice that needs to be made every single moment of each day… a choice to keep living. And this, this is where the story of Zach Sobiech is such a gift and inspiration… for this is exactly what he did… no matter the outcome, he saw life as a collection of moments that fold into each other. We make them what they are… we have that power.

And as we shift into this transformation, informed so deeply by the pain of grief, we see the blessings that it holds. As I watched Zach’s story in SoulPancake, the words that stuck to me in bold print were said by Zach’s mama…

I think that’s actually one of the blessings of cancer: you come out of denial. And so in doing that, things are better. Life is richer. Everything means more. Beauty is more beautiful. ~ Laura Sobiech (Zach’s mom)

Heartache, pain, loss… it is an opportunity to come out of the illusion, and to embrace the magic this world has to offer. It is the one vivid reminder of all the greatest lessons by the biggest philosophers, teachers, spiritual leaders, religious icons… and at the same time, heartache has the power to take us into the depths of despair on an emotional, physical and spiritual level.

If we lived each moment fully aware of the possibility of loss, perhaps each moment would truly shine in beauty, and we would act with integrity, joy and gratitude in all we did and faced. I am not sure if i am there yet… but i am sure i am trying my best.

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At age 14, Zach Sobiech found out he had a rare form of bone cancer. On May 20, 2013, just weeks after his 18th birthday, he passed away. Yet he left behind a legacy in his music, and in his approach to living life just as it is given to us with grace, optimism and compassion… and in doing so, transforming our reality into a blessing. If you are looking for a good dose of inspiration, take 30-minutes to watch, and feel, his beautiful story.

And if you only have a few moments, watch his song… it’s uplifting and honest.

Death is just another thing on the agenda (sort of). Yes, it’s scary. But the only reason that it’s scary is because you don’t know what’s next. Or, if there is a next. So it’s kind of like sitting in the dark. So you can either choose to be freaking out in the dark, afraid of what is out there. Or you can just choose to fall asleep. And just be happy and content with anything. ~ Zach Sobiech

Chocolate Pudding… with avocado!!

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All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt. ~ Charles M. Schulz

Chocolate is pretty popular at our house… in any form! However, when a very dear friend suggested I try making Chocolate Pudding with avocado, my mind passed on the idea almost immediately. Images of chickpea angel cake and other attempts to create cunningly ‘healthy’ desserts floated around my head. Now I love dessert, just as much as I love savoury foods… but in general, the two do not fall into the same category for me. I enjoy very garlicky guacamole and avocado salad heavily drizzled in apple cider & olive oil; just as much as I am a sucker for mousse (of any variety!) that just disappears in your mouth upon contact and puddings that are rich in texture and taste. Trying to combine the two… I was not convinced. In fact, even reading the words together (avocado and chocolate) i find myself immersed in skepticism.
Until the other day when I had several of Isabel’s friends coming over for a play date, and I was trying to find inspiration for a creative, healthy and fun snack for all the kids after school. I looked at my options and saw a bowl of perfectly ripe avocados, along with fresh strawberries and crispy apples. The combination was too tempting to pass up… and despite my very strong doubts, the results were heavenly. The chocolate pudding was delicious… and devoured within minutes as the girls (and Leo too!) used apples and strawberries as vectors for getting large portions of pudding into their mouths. The texture was smooth and rich. And if I had not made it myself, I would not have guessed the chocolate pudding was made with avocado… neither did any of our six and seven year old guests (some of whom are much more finicky eaters than my crew). And so, this recipe is a keeper, one which perhaps one day, my own kids will want to remember for their kids… Special thanks to Sue for the inspiration!!!
cocoa & avocado
Avocado Chocolate Pudding
Ingredients

  • 2 avocadoes (ripe as you would use them to make guacamole)
  • 2 Tbsps coconut oil
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1/2 cup cocoa powder (pure, with no additional sweetener)
  • 1/2 cup maple syrup or agave (light)
  • dash of salt (optional)

Blend all the ingredients together in a food processor until smooth (it can take a few minutes to get the right consistency). You may need to scrape down the sides with a spatula to ensure everything gets integrated. Serve immediately with fresh fruit, or store in fridge until ready to eat. I have heard that this turns into a fantastic ice cream when frozen, but have yet to try it! Let me know what you think.

avocado chocolate pudding

Wonder

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A child’s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful and awe-inspiring, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood. If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life, as an unfailing antidote against the boredom and disenchantments of later years, the sterile preoccupation with things artificial, the alienation from the sources of our strength. ― Rachel Carson, The Sense of Wonder

This morning, I realized that we have been living in a state of quarantine for much of April, and now easing into May. And I was struck, yet again, by that simple statement: “Be careful what you wish for.” In March I found myself tentative about Spring, uncertain about reintegrating into the world after the safety and seclusion of winter. And then, without warning, we were struck with chicken pox which took it’s time circulating through the kids and put us into nearly a month of seclusion. Just as we thought we were in the clear, we were hit with a gastro bug that rendered us homebound (and me deeply engaged with the laundry) for a solid ten days as it did it’s rounds. And as I wondered if i can think up yet another creative activity to do at home… I realized that I had wished this very quarantine in my hesitate to reengage with the world just over a month ago. So, yet again, I am reminded about the power of our words, our thoughts and our intentions. Just as I am reminded of how much I appreciate the world outside our home and the joys, diversions and excitement that it offers to me and the kids. Despite my grief, perhaps coming out of isolation isn’t as bad as it first appeared in my mind… in fact, perhaps it’s the best remedy for my battered soul.

Today, with all the kids healthy, we went out on a marvellous nature walk in our neighbourhood. All three kids walking: despite some initial hesitation on all their parts… they did it!! no back packs, no strollers, and i only carried Leo for about five minutes just at the very last stretch on our way home!! For a three hour excursion with a six, four and two-year old… I was pretty impressed with my team.

Along our walk, we found a snail… a marvellous, large, beautiful snail. The snail offered a wonderful distraction to pause and engage with our surroundings. The kids picked up the snail and placed it on a rock. Isabel found a perfect, beautiful leaf which she hoped would be the snails bed. After picking small greens for the snails meal, she picked up the snail and placed it on the bed… which the snail proceeded to eat!!! It was life in action… and the wonder in the kids eyes to witness and experience it was pure magic. The kids insisted on taking the snail home to be our pet… but i managed to convince them to leave the snail in it’s natural habitat… though seeing their tenderness, perhaps the snail would have lived a very happy, peaceful snail life in our backyard!!

the snail... as discovered

the snail… as discovered

isabel and leo lifting the snail

isabel and leo lifting the snail

anaïs taking a turn... cautiously

anaïs taking a turn… cautiously

leo was fascinated

leo was fascinated

isabel just wanted to take care of the snail

isabel just wanted to take care of the snail

feeding the snail some grass

feeding the snail some grass

the snail proceeded to eat the bed Isabel prepared out of a carefully chosen leaf

the snail proceeded to eat the bed Isabel prepared out of a carefully chosen leaf

It made me ponder about the values I wish to instil in my kids… as they grow, as they learn, as they move from babyhood to childhood to pre-adulthood to full grown adults (one day!). I was moved by this amazing sense of awe, of wonder… for in that also rests a sense of respect and responsibility… for ourselves and the world around us; and in that rests the courage to be present and engaged in life… and perhaps, to be vulnerable; and in this wonder rests a sense of joy that is inspired by what is around us and inside us… and perhaps, even, a sense of faith in that which cannot be explained. Add to that confidence and integrity… compassion and hope. Such tall orders for these three remarkable spirits who bless my world… yet in all of this, i suppose i want simply what all parents wish for their children… that they have the courage to live their life in laughter, the inspiration to manifest their dreams in love, and the vulnerability to do it all with humanity, humility, wisdom and grace. And i pause to wonder… whether all this simply comes down to a true, deep sense of… Wonder.

And so, if i had one wish this Mother’s Day… it would be to inspire this wonder in everyone. Happy Mother’s Day to all… celebrating our mothers, grandmothers, mothers-in-law, future mothers… and mother earth herself… with a sense of wonder and pride.

One year later…

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When the last of your parents dies, you are an orphan. ~ Christopher Buckley

“The loss of our parents, at any stage in life, is also a loss of the true keepers of our memories, our triumphs, our losses. A mother is like a scrapbook for all our enthusiasms, failures, and omissions… all our faults and virtues from childhood to now. She is the one who validates, and the one who shames… and when she is gone, you are alone in a terrible way.”

munia & p (c1979)

munia & p (march 1985)

In so many ways, a year is a long time… time to heal, time for the waves of grief to surrender their power, time to be. Yet the loss of someone so very dear, so very close, so very present… there is no amount of time that can change the hole that is left where they once were. Over the last year, I have tried to focus on gratitude… gratitude for having such an exceptional relationship with my mother, gratitude that i had the time with her towards the end (as challenging as it was)… those precious memories taking her to the ocean in Malta, walking along the boardwalk in Toronto, dancing with her as she was already committed to her bed moving only hands and eyes (yet with such joy and passion) to Hush little Baby (the Bobby McFerrin and Yo-Yo Ma edition).

One year later, i still find the loss difficult… and at times the pain overshadows the gratitude. Since my mother passed away, I sing Hush Little Baby to my girls every night before bed… they request it. For the first four months, I cried every time. Now, the tears are more intermittent. And I am starting to understand that the tears are not just a reflection of the pain… but also of the gratitude for having had the opportunity to love so deeply, to be loved so profoundly, and to know a bond that is both complicated and pure in a way that cannot be replicated.

Not a day passes that I do not read the story of her departure, not a day passes that I do not watch her collection of photos, not a moment passes that I do not think about how much she would enjoy being a part of all that is the now… of all that is still ahead. And in that continues some of my sadness. And in that, is also my fortitude to keep her memory alive for my kids… and for all those who knew her, and all those who never met her. For she, like my father, is a part of me… my history, my personal scrapbook…

The summertime of your grief does not just arrive on its own; you invite it to come. You summon it by making your way through all your pain, so that you can welcome what lies on the far side of pain: The possibility of thanksgiving and joy and hope. – James E. Miller

This summer, the girls are excited to visit the cemetery where Budi & Bodhi rest together, and to sit on the bench overlooking Lake Ontario where Budi took her daily walks. Perhaps in taking time in these spaces there will be a new level of closure. Or perhaps, these are all just parts of the process that is life and death… for no matter how we walk the journey, we all meet the joy of birth, the celebrations, trials and tribulations of life… and eventually the passing on, the letting go, the final goodbye…

It is love alone that gives worth to all things. ~ St Teresa of Avila

seeing the light…

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I am a whisper on the breath of God. ~ Oprah

light

The other day we got a virtual tour of my mom’s condo… as we prepare to release it from our grasp and allow the energy to keep shifting into whatever direction it needs, and hopefully open the door for our own personal transformations.

I showed the virtual tour to my son today, and was amazed at the interaction that took place…

as he looked at the photos he said: “look, there’s budi… mama, i spotted her.”

“where do you see her?” I asked him.

“right there mama. look.” he said pointing at the photos moving by. as i gazed into each image flashing before my eyes i was awed and amazed and completely taken off guard… i so wanted to see what he saw. i was willing my eyes to ‘look’ as he indicated i should… and yet, my eyes were not open in the same way. i wanted to see Budi too.

it was a moment filled with heart and soul… as i asked him to point more closely, he always pointed at the light in each photo.

in his minds eye… my mama, his budi… she was the light. she is the light.

and while i have a million other memories that i still have to write out, this  was one i knew i had to capture… not just in my heart and mind, but in a space that would retain it and keep it safe for me… for him… one day. for all of us.

Look at everything. Don’t close your eyes to the world around you. Look and become curious and interested in what there is to see. ~ John Cage