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| thank you for your wisdom, Dr. Wayne |
It’s the last day of August and change is a-comin’.
We’ll soon have new neighbours downstairs. My resumé is in the shop, being
revamped in support of my intention to seek another job. Ter’s office has been
moved into a new ministry. I’ll be 54 in a couple of days. And though not
everyone knows it, the world lost a great light yesterday when Dr. Wayne Dyer
passed on in his
Gratitude for the return of my voodoo medicine man
continues. His work on my bum ankle is bearing fruit, though it’s taking time
and conscious effort on my part—not to mention a sharp reminder of just how
much fun acupuncture can be when the points are activated. You know the jarring
metallic ache of tin foil on a filling? Amplify it a thousand times and you
have the latest response to an ankle point that I had no idea existed until
recently. Aaaaaeeeeeiiii, did it HURT! After I regained consciousness,
Dr. Voodoo jested about wearing a cup next time … only I didn’t laugh.
He also told me—because we chat between threats during
a treatment—that the Chinese annual cycle actually has five seasons (no, hockey
is not the fifth no matter what the Scotiabank commercials say): true fall,
true winter, true spring, true summer, and late summer/early fall. He’s an
October baby, so we share a mutual love of the segue from summer into autumn.
I’ve always viewed this time of year as a time of renewal and new beginnings.
Given all that’s happened during the past few months, I’m especially grateful
for the morning mist and evening chill that bracket the welcome warmth of a
lingering summer sun.
In celebration of this shift between the seasons, Ter
and I are taking off to Saltspring Island tomorrow. It’s more of a retreat than
we imagined it would be when we booked the accommodation, again because of all
that’s occurred of late. Home construction, work headaches, wonky ankles, noise
noise noise … yes, we’re looking forward to a few days of solitude and utter
silence.
In my absence, however, the Rebellion continues,
courtesy of a few brave souls who accepted my invitation to be guest bloggers.
Ms. Nicole D. Myers, my personal Poetry Bean, takes the wheel on September 1,
followed by my precious (and pre-scheduled) Ter on “the day”—September 2—and
finished up with an offering from my immortal beloved, Julian Scott-Tyler, on
September 3. I am truly blessed to have Nic and Ter in my life, to have
their love and respect and admiration. Everything they give me is reflected
back a hundredfold. Despite being a writer, I cannot express in words how
deeply grateful I am for their friendship. Julian is a different animal
entirely, but he is also the only character I know who comes without hesitation
when I call. That speaks to an affection he hasn’t professed aloud, but which I
certainly feel when I’m working with him.
And so, with change in the wind, to Saltspring I go.
With love,
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