12 Things for 2012
It’s quiet on the streets, and the city has taken on its winter aura of a million shades of grey – beautiful, if seen through the right filters. The loft is cold, but the industrial gas blower kicks in every few minutes and moves hot air around, I’m cozy in flannel, and a giant mug of matcha warms from inside out. Green tea and flannel shirts: two things I could not live without in Canadian winter.
I’m listening to RadioIo Ambient, always just the right vibe for meditation, contemplation and cooking.
While Forest’s perfectly curated grooves bathe my brainwaves, I give thanks for another amazing year on Planet Earth.
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Daily, for the last few weeks in Toronto, I’ve been watching the leaves come down. One at a time, at first, twirling in the autumn air, slow-motion flight, flashing brilliant amber and rose light, sugar maple, oak and elm flags calmly signaling the end of a season, and now, in a colder, brisker wind, en masse, a flurry of foliage leaving the branches half naked to the faded sun.
Just for a moment, suspend your earthbound beliefs, and consider the possibility you might actually be…an angel… Now, imagine yourself, one infinitely sunny day in paradise, sitting around with your angel buddies contemplating the nature of being an angel. Many interesting observations are tossed about, but none really satisfactory, until one of your wiser angel friends suggests that perhaps you need to experience what it’s like to not be an angel in order to fully grasp what it’s like to be one.
According to the
Nature makes me silly happy. I love to skinnydip in a warm Canadian lake in the mountains on a hot summer afternoon after baking in mud from the Dead Sea. Or bathe in the healing waters of a hotspring in a eucalyptus forest in Northern California populated by spotted deer and soaring condors. Or sail in an ocean to Catalina, Sicilia or Mombassa, carried by soft salted winds.
In many ways, springtime is really the beginning of the new year. It’s when everything in nature wakes up. The earth begins to warm, animals emerge from their winter dens and we get the urge to open the windows and doors to let the fresh air flow through. Spring is a time for activity, for planting seeds, both in the garden for nourishment throughout the year and in our life plan to sustain our happiness and well being.
The other day after a vigorous yoga practice, I took half an hour to luxuriate in the warmth and silence of the steam room. After about 10 minutes in the heat, I entered that delicious realm of relaxation – that blurry place where the conscious and thinking mind and the beautiful mystery of what lies beyond intersect.
“Every human being is the author of his own health or disease.” Buddha
I’ve taken up painting in the last couple of years. Mostly just to doodle personalized “thank you” cards, but also to use a different part of my creative brain and for the sheer joy of playing with fun colors. It occurred to me the other day as I was slopping paint all over a piece of cardboard, making a mess beyond rescue with too much color, that less is so often more in art.
I went for a long sunset rollerblade this evening past the pier, past the temporary big top of Cirque du Soleil, past fast-moving bikes and skateboards, north until the sun touched down on the ocean just over my left shoulder. I try to do this at least a couple of times a week because we only have a finite number of sunsets.
He who binds himself to joy, does the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies, Lives in eternity’s sunrise. William Blake
Aim higher than you thought you ever could. Aim higher than your family or masters or teachers or gurus ever expected. Aim higher than you can imagine because truly, everything you can imagine is real. That’s The Secret. Picasso said it sometime in the early 20th century and didn’t charge a dime…
I’ve been here before,
Though we
Sandy Dempsey, founder of
Now that labour day’s over and the party days of summer are behind us, it’s time to put away the beer cooler, dig out the running shoes,
Yeah, the
I put the question out to my friends on facebook and twitter what their idea of the ultimate adventure is. The responses I received were as unique as the individuals.
…at 50 (because 50 is the new 40). That’s chapter 2 in Carol Leifer’s new book
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