This one’s coming a little late friends – but better late than never! And since this month’s watercolour inspired calendar features poppies, I’m pleased to be sharing it with you in time for Remembrance Day.
The coming of Fall can bring about more change than the simple turning of the leaves. As I’m layering on the blanket scarves and contemplating woolly socks and ankle boots, my thoughts are turning inward. When the chill sets in, I begin to embrace the the stillness that exists between the adventures of summer and the hullabaloo that is the Holiday Season. It feels like a repose – a time to collect myself.
It has become our Thanksgiving tradition; as my mother finishes basting the turkey and turning out the lentil loaf, my husband and sister set out the flatware, and my father readies the carving knives, I will be found in the garden collecting flowers for a centrepiece. Floral arrangements are a lovely way to add energy to the table, and to keep it looking lively even after the feast has been devoured!
Show me a fallen pile of crimson coloured leaves, and I’ll be the first to run through it like a shameless child! Fall is seasoned with coziness and joy, romance and generosity!
There is something uniquely nostalgic about this season, which gets me reminiscing about the past. After our September honeymoon in Greece five years ago, Mano and I came home to Canada to celebrate Thanksgiving with our families. Our first months as a married couple were graced by the company of loved ones, tables spread with good food, and the cool Autumn air.
Dance is often referred to as a universal language. In my days of point shoes and top knots, dancing gave me the ability to communicate the feelings that words couldn’t describe. It is an art form which transcends intellect – it speaks to the soul.
A few years ago I embarked on a culinary adventure. Having grown up on a British-meets-French Canadian diet of meat based proteins and spuds – I decided to go vegan. Two decades ago, this would have been considered rather extreme. Vegans of the 20th century were rare curiosities, seen as self-denying activists who survived on little more than lettuce leaves (aka rabbit food). Many a vegan (myself included) have been reminded that “you don’t make friends with salad”.
If you live and work in a big city, you can probably attest to the fact that as city dwellers we rarely give ourselves permission to slow down. Our day-to-day is fast paced because “fast” means “productive”, and boy do we love to get stuff done! Somedays it can feel like an endless race; masses of people rushing to get places, filing in and out of down-town offices on a 9 to 5 clock. It’s enough to make me stand like a rock in white waters – to throw my hands into the air and yell “what is it all for!” Suffice it to say, a 24 hour hustle leaves me feeling tired and unfulfilled.
Isn’t it fascinating when an event draws thousands of people into one place for the purpose of sharing an experience? When we gather in large numbers, our experience simply magnifies. And an activity as humble as the yoga practice can become quite grand, awe-inspiring and exceptionally joyful!
Despite having a smart phone, which conveniently maps nearly every possible destination I could hope ever hope to visit, I still love the look & feel of an analogue paper map! I usually keep these maps long after our travelling is done, opening them once in a while to retrace our steps via the tiny landmarks circled with my enthusiastic scrawl. Oh, I love to travel!