One woman's take on survival and renewal and who has found faith in one hell of an exceptional way.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
The Greatest Moments
Norman Vincent Peale
Well, it New Year's Eve and I can bet that many of us are reflecting on this past year. What did we accomplish? What burdens did we carry? Who did we lose and who did we gain?
When I think of all this my heart smiles and I proudly state, 2008 was a great year!
So what of 2009? What does it have in store for me?
It will be peaceful and happy. It will involve adventure and gaining new friendships and nourishing those I already have. It will be about growth and compromise. It will be wonderful. It will be.
2008 gave me who I am.
I look forward to uncovering more of who I am and I have hopes for this year. I have a hope that my soul may come to rest from all the questions and that the answers may not matter. That everyone everywhere will survive the hard economic times and know that through turmoil we gain strenght. That those with beautiful voices will share thier songs and that love will find it's way into the lonelist of hearts. That my heart my open to the possibility and that my childrens hearts won't explode from the possibilites that are in their lives already!
I hope for contentment. For the knowlege that it doesn't ever matter what others think and that working at this isn't the chore it is now but just becomes an instinct. With that being said, I hope I always instinctually know the hearts of my family and friends and that I can be there for them when needed like they have been there for me this past year. I hope for the completion of the process and that the scars become unnoticable and don't impede people from knowing who I really am.
To a New Year I say welcome. Come and stay awhile. We're glad you are finally here.
And to the old year..... Thank-you. Without you I would never have grown to the woman I am now.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
What You Think
Robert McCloskey
I have had an experience tonight that made me realize that I doubt I will ever be fully understood. The misconception of an abused women interferes with people seeing me for who I am and what I mean to say.
I am not sure how to overcome this.
I have never felt more healthy and secure in my life. I have brought my family....., well, let me rephrase this; all of us together have brought this family out of a very dark and dismal place and we are all functioning in a way that defines emotional recovery.
My family will always have baggage but it is packed and put away. It may not appear that we have come out of this unscathed but the reality is we will have scars and that these scars are, for the most part, healed.
I tried to tell someone how I felt today. About the feelings I have when I am at church, about feeling invisible and I believe I was completely misunderstood.
I have been through so much and I have exercised more faith than I ever have in my entire life. To receive an admonition to have more faith seems repetitive and patronizing. Why do people think my tears or my frustrations indicate that I haven't let go. Please! Please try and hear what I am saying!
I can't communicate this anymore. I will never understand why I have to pay such a huge price for my life. I made every effort possible to avoid this outcome and yet everyday I pay a huge price for it. Why do divorced people have to sit back and just be invisible. Why does any expression of emotion or frustration mean instability or weakness? Why can't it indicate recovery and healing? What if all we want is for life to just be back to a normal way, the way you lived before.
If I learned anything today it is to just shut up and remain invisible and hope that someday someone will recognize my heart as healed not still wounded.
This is where I question my faith and ask myself why I bother. It's the point where some just give up.
I know people respect my journey. I know my news is old and over, believe it or not, it is for me too but I will never understand.
You say I am negative and yet I am trying to change a culture that breeds negativity.
I will put the smile back on my face and "keep sweet" and you will see me on my bench every Sunday because I know that is what the Big Guy needs me to do. But my underlying weariness is there .
And people wonder why singles are leaving the church in droves.
For those who are reading this please know I am still very happy in my life. As a matter of fact, I love what my life has become in so many ways except in church.
I can't change a culture, I just have to learn to accept its parameters and live within them.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thinking About the New Year
Gordon B Hinckley
As I reflect on this past year and think about the one to come my thoughts are on those things that I can do that would improve my life. I have been through a lot and knowing that I want things to change. I want to purge the past and really hold on to the positive of my new life.
So here's to that and a resolution.
Purge the past and move forward in faith.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Children
An Open Letter to My Children for Christmas!
I love you more now than I have ever and the thought that this love will continue to grow is so exhilarating to me.
Thank-you, for being so incredible and for making everyday the best days of my life while we share our lives.
We are together this Christmas and I want you to know just how much that means to me. To know that we gather in love and acceptance and that right now we are a family is so comforting and has made this journey that I have been on easier and more satisfying. Once again, thank-you!
Thank-you girls for bringing the most wonderful and happening friends into the picture. They add so much to us and seem to fit. At times, it feels like they were always here. We are missing one, he's in Thailand and he is missed. It's like the seat is empty waiting.
I think what I want most of all is to Thank-you kidlets for being so supportive and for knowing just the right thing to say at just the right time and for just being you. I have so many proud moments I can't even count them.
I love you all so much! I have been so blessed in my life. The Lord has truly placed his grace in my life. I can't think of anything more that I could have wanted than what I have now with you. You have grown beyond my children and become my friends.
Thank-you!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
hearts for almost two thousand years... Underneath all the bulging bundles is this beating Christmas heart. "
- George Mathew Adams
My mother taught me that in life there are two kinds of people. Those who give and those who take. She emphasized that life had a way of bring who you are to the surface at special times of the year like Christmas.
She was very much a Giver (By the way, read the book "The Giver" by Lois Lowry, it's fantastic at the concept) and spent her entire life in the act of improving the lives of others. Her first profession was a nurse, her second, a wedding florist. She made others lives better and she was a great example to me always.
So what am I on about.
The gathering of family is a time to find the truths in each other that make a family a whole. We are five now and I can not express enough how much more whole we are as compared to the past. I watch my kids and their efforts and I know I have raised givers. I am so proud of them.
My mother's legacy weaves its way through the hearts and minds of my children and will always be the corner stone of the philosophies of my family. I can't help but feel her spirit so intertwined with our spirit of Christmas because at that time she came alive and turned Christmas into the experience we search for always.
May we all find within us the "giver" and turn Christmas over to it's true meaning.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
I learned a very important lesson today on perspective. It came from a very unlikely source and it involved two very different points of view.
Someone was describing a time in the past and thanked my friends for the bonding and loving experience that it was, how the experience brought them closer and how he had such fond memories. In his opinion it was an activity that was truly inspirational.
My friends experience was very different. They remember this time as horrid and hard and if anything cemented the fracture in the relationship that has existed for a long time. In fact, PTS syndrome has been a result. It damaged them and they have nothing but bad memories of it.
How can there be such a different perspective on the same thing and here's the clicker; where is the truth?
So here's what I am on about.
From my past experiences I have learned that each of us draw to any experience our own perspective, our own truths. We see things from our own eyes, process it, give it reason and move on.
Good people will then understand that differences are real and that what one person may see as pleasurable and growing another may see as downright abuse and has no purpose at all.
Each has elements of truth, the fault lies in not understanding that each of us has a right to see things from our own point of view and also in not accepting that another truth may have reason in it as well.
My guess is that the individual I write about will never understand that his pleasurable experience ever caused the amount of pain that it did. He is quite incapable of understanding that. With that being said, it does not take away from the pain the others feel, it is real, for them and for those that care for them.
May we all find the self respect to see another light and to give them the God given right to feel and know that for them their truths are every bit the fabric that comforts their souls.
That when we comprehend the paradigms of those who share our life that we can see into them and support their truths so that they can know that they are loved and that by stepping out of ours we can understand what true compassion is.
Christmas is the perfect season to begin this. Find it in your heart to look beyond your own perspective, beyond your own point of view and try and understand someone else's world from their eyes. Covey calls this win - win.
I have endeavored to make this a practise in my life for some time. It has brought me great peace and understanding and I have learned that when I take the time to see this way I most often avoid unnecessary conflict. I always find peace in this endeavor.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
"Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time."
~Laura Ingalls Wilder
I cannot even express the excitement that I feel as my family begins the gathering for Christmas. My heart is swelling with Joy! I just finished decorating the tree and in a few hours I'll be heading out to get the fixing's for a day of baking with the women of my family. It is every cliche personified and yet, I don't care!
I haven't been able to pull out the creche and nativity my mother so lovingly made for me. I need to work up to it. I know I'll feel her presence when I do and I am so excited for her to check in and see just how far we have come since she has been gone. I promised her that not only would I survive but that I would heal and grow to be everything she was. It will take years but am I ever adoring the journey. I think she would be proud of me and the children. We are so a family of love and caring and knowing the strength of just having each others back.
My first BBG gets home in less that 24 hours. She has given me her first gift. She wants to come to church with me. She knows how much it will mean and though she may face the words and cruelty that was there for her she is unselfish in her gift to me. The church just isn't for her but she knows how much it means to me. This is how I know my children's hearts are pure and loved. How can you ever not know she is one of Heavenly Fathers chosen children.
My family is so important to me. I understand my HF's plan for me. I know that my most divine role is in parenting and that in my case, my children are in God's ever so wonderful graces. We will have peace. We will have love. We will be filled with Joy! How can you not look to this great season as a child and then carry it throughout the whole year.
To all of my friends and family; Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and more than anything else, Thank-you for your support and love to all of us throughout this year. I am so much better for having all of you in my life.
Thank-you.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else. "
My life’s circumstances have forced me to take an exhaustive look at what I know to be true and every part of what I believe has been challenged by the culture my beliefs reside in. Yeah, that was an ear full.Monday, December 15, 2008
Some Things Don't Matter
August – The Secret Life of Bees - Sue Monk Kidd
If I hadn’t already said this, which I believe I already have in previous entry, I love to read.
Now, you can’t categorize what it is I like because it ranges from Dan Brown’s "Digital Fortress" to Jane Austen’s anything. What it is I love about reading is the lyrical nature of the words and the message they bring.
Messages are the most important part of it and they can be found as blatantly as in a title to a simple sentence addressed by a character in the novel, like the above quote.
So what am I on about?
There I was, finished my morning musings to the Big Guy while I was riding the blessed CTrain. (I doubt I will ever develop a fondness for that mode of transportation!) And I began to read my current novel; " The Secret Lives of Bees" by Sue Monk Kidd.
Yeah, I know it’s been made into a movie. No, I haven’t seen it yet and yes, I will probably go once I am finished reading the book. This book has one of my favorite formats for a novel. Conflict and struggles hidden amongst the everyday living of average people. I loved "To Kill a Mocking Bird" by Harper Lee so anything familiarly close to that becomes of interest to me as this one did. Besides…. It’s the book club read so two stones with one bird here.
I have been enjoying it so much. I haven’t had a ton of time for novel reads so this is one book that truly is taking me away in its adventure and I get quite caught up in it. I almost missed my stop last night as I had gotten to a very pivotal part of the novel.
This morning, as I was reading, it happened. Words, that when combined together so effortlessly and beautifully bring my mind to a stand still and causes it to reflect…. Deeply.
The above words from the novel did just that. In-between the 39th Ave and Erlton station on the south leg of the Calgary Transit CTrain line, my mind paused and I reflected and had another AHA moment. Go figure.
What did my mind repeat; "THIS I BELIEVE. THIS I PRACTISE."
After pondering it, I thought, "this is truth revealed to witness how much I have changed". I really have rediscovered in my life a way to make the things that should matter mean something and purge the mundane little things to exactly where they belong.
If I wondered, at incidence at church brought it to light.
One of D. friends came to me and was bitterly complaining that I was allowing D. to do something on a Sunday that he felt, or maybe better stated, that his family felt was inappropriate for that day.
Without even flinching I turned to the young man and said " How could anybody ever judge how perfect you are if others aren’t allowed to do imperfect things that you can be compared to?"
The young man was stunned. Now please, understand, I wasn't trying to be rude. I just wanted this young man to understand that D made that choice and it was his alone. In hind sight, I probably could have elaborated a bit better and probably should have.
There are people who will never be able to understand the dynamics of my family and the way that decisions have to be made now. Because, for so very long, choice was not afforded, valiant spirits fought back and inappropriate choices were made. Through counseling, I have been told to allow my kids to make even wrong choices, but to follow through and council with them so as to inform them of all that is available to them. Most importantly, however, to understand that the choice is theirs to make, especially at the ages they are.
When D got home, we talked. A heartfelt, sincere discussion ensued and we have committed to try and be more willing to follow the principles’ we love. I cannot force anything on my kids. I can gently lead them. At some point, they lead themselves, hopefully in peace and harmony to their own truths.
Yeah, in most Mormon eyes I will never win "Mother of the Year" award. So be it.
In the eyes of my children though, I am trying and they respect that.
There is no failure in the effort to succeed, only in the refusal to ever move forward in faith knowing that sometimes the outcome can’t be predicted.
My children and I love each other, the way the Savior would expect us to. Their knowing that my love is not contingent on their choices but on their beings gives them a self worth that enables them to be safe and secure. Their choices then are not blurred by a desire to find something that is missing because I have failed to give them it. They have unconditional love.
That is what a parent must do.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
A Glorious Time of Year.
Thomas S. Monson,
"What Is Christmas?" Ensign, Dec. 1998, 2
I have the fondest memories of Christmas and none of them involve gifts I received. As a matter of fact, I don’t remember very much about those gifts I do about the feelings I had about the giving of Christmas gifts. Mom put so much into the giving and that was what made it so WONDERFUL.
Mom was a very industrious women and most of what we received over the years was made, from the clothes we wore to the clothes our Barbie’s enjoyed. I remember hours and hours of time spent with family and the one gift throughout the season was being with them. Aunts and Uncles, younger cousins; Christmas was always about being with family.
One year, when I believe money might have been an issue. Mom decided to creatively wrap every gift she had. There were trains and diggers and doll made out of many different boxes. These boxes were created into so many different things that the most joy came from seeing what came next. The looks on my young cousin’s faces were priceless and when you think about it, at that age, the unwrapping of the gifts could sometimes be more exciting.
Christmas has such a spirit of Joy still. Mom weaves through every part of it from the decorating, as you pull out one more decoration she made for you, to the clay Nativity set her and M painstakingly crafted for all 7 families. I still weep as these come out and it brings her once again back into my home. It’s as if she is beside me and I feel her warmth in my soul.
What we accomplish as parents at Christmas is so essential to a feeling that our children will carry forward and pass on for generation to generations to come.
I am hoping this year, as money is significantly less, and things will be very different, that my children and I can have such an incredible growth in spirit of family that I can at least find the hope that we too will know the peace of being a family and being together. If anticipation is an indicator we are so getting there. My heart beats faster each day as we get closer to all being together again.
Family is Zen!
Always.
That’s the spirit of Christmas.
As I Walk Through Life.
I've learned-that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I've learned-that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I've learned-that you can keep going long after you can't.
I've learned-that we are responsible for what we do,no matter how we feel.
I've learned-that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I've learned-that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I've learned-that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.
I've learned-that sometimes when I'm angryI have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I've learned-that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
I've learned-that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I've learned-that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others, Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I've learned-that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other.
I've learned-that two people can look atthe exact same thing and see something totally different.
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Friday, December 12, 2008
Snow, Glorius Snow!
So, we are having a heavenly snow storm right now! I absolutely love these. I just came in from outside and the thing I love the most is the stillness in the air while you are standing as snow falls all around you! What can I say. It's beautiful!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Christmas Essential.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008
What is Christmas?
Agnes M. Pharo
So, I am beginning to love this season. I am so looking forward to having the spirit of this great season be a part of our living, our life. When I was out with K -2 last night she spoke about hurrying Christmas along so it could be here. I didn't need to ask why. I knew, for her, Christmas meant that we would all be together and that we would just be..... again.
My heart melted at this thought. All of us, enjoying our Fondue and laughing about the crazy life we have shared together. We will open the Christmas Eve gift and and the girls will then negotiate the pj's around so they are all satisfied with the colors because every year I seem to get that mistaken.
D is thinking a sleeveless t shirt and flannels are good. It might be required since he has taken to walking around the house in his undies now that he is the only one around.
If I sound excited.... I am!
We remember years of Christmas's with Grandma L and the love that she infused into this season.
Peace will be ours this season.
Finally.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Whatever they Grow Up to Be!
Rosaleen Dickson
Do children ever stop needing their parents? I don’t mean in the way you think, not monetarily but in the way that says…. At the end of the day, someone out there loves me and has my back.
I spent the weekend in Van with my precious K -1 and K – 3. The feeling of elation I had as I saw them waiting by the baggage claim! My heart nearly blew out of my chest and I thought, wow, have I ever missed you two! I felt a piece of me was whole again.
They are doing well in Van. The city is vibrant and alive but within this family I have we long to be together always. Being a whole is fulfilling and peaceful but what surprises me most is how whole is defined now. It is much different than before.
I have no right as a parent to have any expectation on my children as to where they live once they are adults. They are free to chose where they go and to whom they go with. It’s weird though, this family connection. It’s what makes your birth hometown your home even when you haven’t lived in it the majority of your life. It’s what makes your heart at ease when the plane lands and you feel the earth that knows you and has been a part of you forever.
But is it earth and things or is it the people, the family you love that makes home….. makes your home?
My kids are so special to me. If all of them moved to Vancouver you can bet that I would pack up and move there too. But what if they splinter…. Some here; some there? What do I do then?
I have a need to smell and see my kidlets to know that a part of me is whole in them. I am their Mom and right now, for this time, the only parent in their lives. They are needed in a way and needy as well to feel and to know that they are part of something bigger than themselves. They need to know we are five and strong and together.
Had you told me five years ago that the K’s would get along let alone have the immense love and determination to be whole as sisters I would have scoffed and thought…pftt, no way! These girls are sisters in every sense of the word and love each other so much and when they are mothering D it is a sight to behold. That poor boy hasn’t a chance! He has 4 mothers and he is loved beyond words and deeds.
This is what completes us as humans, this God given unit we call family. This bond that unites and builds us and gives us strength and peace in a time where the world is so troubled and full of doubt. What I thank the Big Guy for is forgiveness and for tolerance and I have the strongest testimony of healing and the atonement now.
This Christmas we will all be together. The girls and I were talking and it was mentioned that with this Christmas is the possibility of peace for the first time in a huge number of years.
What can I say?
If I had ever wondered that to stand and make the statement of unconditional love as the key to the rebuilding of a very fractured and broken family, I have no doubt about that now!
My children are the bomb! I welcome you to look and to observe and see why this kind of love transcends all hurt and pain. It is the pure love that binds this most important family dimension that God so lovingly granted us. This eternal family of mine.
Amen to peace.
Amen to family!
Friday, December 5, 2008
Hello Down There!
December 01, 2008 Dear Calgary –Centre-North Constituents; There is considerable confusion about recent events in Ottawa, so I thought you might appreciate having some information. We are fortunate to live in a democracy. Democracy means “rule by the people”. The situation that is unfolding, as outlined below, is unprecedented and Canadians should have a say. The country’s most senior decision makers are the ones who need to know Canadians’ opinions about where things should go from here. If you wish to be heard on that you could contact Stephen Harper at pm@pm.gc.ca, Stéphane Dion at DionS@parl.gc.ca
CTV.ca NDP, Bloc in coalition talks before fiscal update: tape
Source: www.ctv.ca
The New Democrats and Bloc Quebecois held talks to form a coalition party well before the opposition's uproar over the government's fiscal update, according to an audio recording of NDP Leader Jack Layton.
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Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Oh Canada!
I thought I'd give you a glimpse of the future Prime Minister of Canada. Well, that's if we give up on any concept of democracy and enlightenment in Canada. It's sad, you know. I have read about countries when governments are taken over by bloodless coups and it never struck me as something I would ever witness in my own country. I am horrified at this for my children. What kind of democracy lies in their future.Alas, this is canada with a small c. Politics and greed are coming way before the will or good of the people.
When you watch our leaders in Parliament..... well, lets just say... GONG SHOW!
I've done all I can now. I have written my MP, the Governor General, all the opposition leaders, joined the ranks of the people attending rallies and even signed a petition that was nearing over 100,000 signatures and it was only 4 hours old.
To the WWW I think I'll leave you with a little sarcasm and some irony. Do politicians ever listen, an if not, then do they not seal the fate of this great country! Thanks Stephan, is this really how you want to be remembered.
