Wishing she could have sent scrumptious chocolate bunnies…yet, deliveries meant more work for recipients, to cleanse and disinfect…no Easter cards mailed, no Laura Secord Eggs this year. Avoiding all fears for contamination and spread of bacteria, she forwards gifts through cyberspace.
Easter Bunny
delivering virtual gifts
global normal
One cannot help but feel the quietness of this special day, remembering stories her GrandMaman shared about the blessing of water on this special Holy Saturday.
Mother in wait
weaving in a web of faith
The resurrection
Since January 1st, she had been working remotely more and more. First there was the move and later, the struggles on her body traveling and walking on icy sidewalks and flu season worried her a lot. In three months she may have gone to the office five days at best. It was already her new normal. However shopping for odds and ends she needed to fix up her new home and doing her own groceries were outtings she looked forward to until March. What she misses the most is seeing friends and family…oh my, miss those hugs!
Last night she slept thirteen hours losing part of the day. After months of sleeping four to six hours a night, she gave into her body’s screaming request. Was it the exertion from cleaning and scrubbing? Was it giving in to her chronic pain? Or was it hiding from another day? Perhaps a bit of both but her body thanks her? A much needed vacation after months of packing and unpacking. Oh! There are still many things to do but at least she had the opportunity to make her new home look decent enough and not “quite” climbing the walls (or have to wash them down too!)
What really worries her most was the unknown future. She is saddened her children and grandchildren …people who are younger than her have to be faced with a very very different world. She knew the world was changing but never thought she would be alive to see how it would impact on so many younger people…how her heart breaks thinking of this.
It’s also a time of year when she usually does a bit of cooking…home baked beans, split pea soup à la Jeanne Benoit (she’s tried a few including Ricardo’s and no one can beat Jeanne plus her added touch of course) along with ham, pâtés and tête de fromage and a variety of sweet pies. Her Grandpères are not as good as those from la Cabane à sucre but lots and lots of chocolate.
When she was younger, during la semaine sainte (holy week) her grandmaman would cook eggs in syrup for breakfast along with beans baked in molasses or maple syrup. Of course beans were a regular Sunday breakfast even outside Easter week. After Sunday mass many churchgoers would pick up home baked beans at a grocer.
She takes comfort thinking of those days, just like food giving one comfort. It is enjoyable to cook and bake for others but to do it alone is a challenge lacking so much joy, missing the smiling faces and comments of “Mmmm” and “More please”.
It’s 18:30 and as much as she has avoided hearing her prime minister or premier speak…she turns on the screen awakening her to reality.
Under grey skies
A leader talks about peace
Spring snowflakes
Under grey skies
Heavy
With new angels
A leader talks about peace
Birds chirp softly
Chasing soporifics
Spring snowflakes
Maples running gold liquid
humans may not taste
Her thoughts are swimming, sometimes riding waves and landing safely but other times engulfed with such an overflow.
worker’s report card
new class of spring vacation
humility cruise
Storing these performance statistics in a safe place behind the cat litter, she finds a way to disconnect. There are plans to escape in novels and write. Unburdening her heart and try to see the blue sky and listen to the sparrows gossip each morning about the bossy raven.
Tournesol dans un Jardin 