A friend sends links of live videos which offer hope and peace. She is busy and misses out on one. And then she sits watching news from New York and then Quebec. Her heart aches and she cannot seem to shake off the grief for so many people. An hour earlier she had sent three self videos to loved ones showing how healthy and fine she is, offering best wishes for Easter. Easter is a time to rejoice …a time for rebirth.
Another alert from her tablet sounds the arrival of a message from her friend who sends her two more links…one is gospel music which shifts her mood and the other is Andrea Bocelli: Music for Hope. She had forgotten to tune into this live.
shedding tears
this time for hope
releasing joy
Looking from her patio window, she smiles. A couple meet in front of her building. She wishes she could have captured the 4 inch heels but that would have looked too nosy [chuckles]. It was so adorable to see the brief encounter and a few hours before the police car passed by checking up on the neighbourhood and social-distancing.
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
A lovely visit today from my son and daughter-in-law that warmed my heart so much! What a treat to chat with them from my sunny balcony. Neighbours passing by who were out for their daily walk and nodding, smiling and greeting us under these unique circumstances.
Many walkers were crossing each other and like a smooth dance they would pull away at least two metres or more and once passed, they would resume their pace and space on the sidewalk. It makes me feel safer seeing how my street is so respectful of this and I think it relieved my son to see his mom lives is a safe neighbourhood.
When I mentioned it was Monday today, he said, “No, Mom, it’s TODAY…everyday is TODAY now.” So today is my first day of my vacation and what a great start I have experienced today.
uncertainty is real
fear is no longer my ally
compassion rules
family and friends
reaching out far and near
youths and adults all over the world!
anyone feeling too immortal theses days
LISTEN UP!
A NEW CAST IS IN DEMAND IN THIS HEROIC MOVIE
we already have health heroes
we do have truckers and grocers
garbage collectors, mental health workers
utility and IT folkS
government folks at all levels
educators, street cleaners, building cleaners
umpteen volunteers handing out food
restaurateurs of every kind,
delivery persons and postal persons
packers, sorters, stockers too
comedians and all sorts of celebrities
lest not forget Youtubers too
I’m missing a few but understand
this must be short
to speak to this very special cast
the ones who feel that they’re invincible
You wanta go down in history
as true heroes?
STAY HOME…we need STAY HOMERS!!
in this last cast of new heroes
STAY HOMERS ACTUALLY RULE!
Tournesol dans un Jardin 