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Thursday, January 1, 2015

The Question of the Year. The Question of the Life.

"To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

Lord Alfred Tennyson, Ulysses

The question of the day. The question of a moment. And maybe, just maybe, ironically, the question of a life time.

What would you do, if you knew you only had one day, one week, or one month to live?

"When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold on to them. They are the life boats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely illusive. So the question becomes, or should have been all a long... What would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What life boat would you grab on to? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfil? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write? "

Excerpt from the film "One Week"

Dearest friend came over tonight and brought a movie.

I remember the phone call a few weeks ago, when she asked me if I had heard of the film, or seen the film... "No," was my reply. "What's it about?"

She simply said... You'll understand, we'll watch it together. The film will take you home and to all the places you were as a child, where you grew up... It'll narrate the stories that you tell me when you talk about Canada and her greatness. Of all the places you've seen and the moments that raised you and created you and let you become..."

I had to promise her, not to watch the film... That I'd wait until we'd watch it together. And that was tonight.

But it was also the story of the film that so dearly touched me, caressed and pierced me. Thrust itself into me.

And in the one instance, home felt so far away and it felt so close. Yes, the touch and the smell and the sensation and a thousand memories and a thousand dreams called hopes and yearnings and desires that all united themselves into a clarity.

It was just the right film to watch on a day like today. The first day in a new year, the first day in a new chapter... Because it reminded me what I want this day, this moment, this year and this life to hold and embrace and experience and tell stories of...

Dearest friend and I sat silently on the couch together afterwards.

Simply because nothing needed to be said. Simply because everything was simply understood. For each other. And between ourselves.

She left shortly afterwards, we just simply hugged and said... "Talk to you tomorrow."

I poured myself a glass of wine, pulled out an old box of photographs. From home.

And then the phone rang and it was dearest, oldest over the memories of years and times and maps and life friend on the phone...

And when I answered, her first question and first words on the phone were... "Hon, are you coming home for a visit this year?"

And it reminded me...

"To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

Much Loves,

Angela.

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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Coffee...

"Coffee is a love story."

Angela Gwinner

My wisdom of the day... Smiles!

"Coffee is a love story."

Much Loves, and Coffee...

Angela.

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Friday, October 10, 2014

Random Thoughts... Take Time. To Make Time...

You should sit in meditation for twenty minutes every day.

Unless you are too busy. Then you should sit for an hour."

Old Zen Adage

My own personal lesson of the day. Stop.

Take time. To make time.

These past weeks have felt like a wonderful chaos around me.

I'm dancing between my projects and client work, as though I'm dancing at four weddings and a funeral. All at the same time. In the same moment. And these pasts days, I feel like I'm the queen of dancing two steps behind, and out of tune.

But I hope, with a bit of grace.

Mind you, I'm in love with my work and I believe in my work, and hence I call it a wonderful chaos.

Wasn't it Nietzsche who once said, "You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star."

Thank you for that, Nietzsche. Thank you.

But this afternoon, I was driving home from a meeting and my mind was inspired and thinking of all the things I needed to do when I got back home. And all the things I wanted to do when I got back home. Home of course, is also lovingly known as my "Head Quarters"... and my "Heart Quarters".

And today was a beautiful day, an October beautiful day... In the distance I could see the vineyards, alongside me the harvest fields, and these glorious October colours....

And I heard myself in a monologue of thinking... I wish I had time to just stop and enjoy this all right now. Go for a walk, sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee...

The mind immediately replied in another monologue of thinking... Don't forget to make that phone call. You need to finish the texts for the website. You still haven't replied to that email. Schedule the appointment for next week....

And suddenly I heard something inside those thoughts say...

Stop. Right now. Inhale. Exhale.

Take time. To make time.

And then I knew what I had to do.

There is a little lake just outside this little town I call home.

A quaint little lake. With a walking path around it.

I remembered that one of the things on my infamous "to do" list that had not yet been accomplished over the past weeks was "Go for a walk around the lake. Collect hazelnuts."

In all the frenzy the past few weeks, I had been postphoning little things like this. And in that regard, I had been putting myself on hold.

Stop.

Take time. To make time.

And so, I went for my walk.

My mind was still inspired, but there was a calm in the inspiration. And I sensed my longing for awareness. Not the awareness of my "to do" list, and this phone call and that email, that appointment and this or that project. But the awareness of what was before me and around me, with each and every step. The awareness of the trees, the little pebbles beneath my feet. The stillness of the water. A bird that flew by.

It was like I had a deja vu of being a child. A walk of just a few steps could have taken me hours. The patience my mother must have had with me. And simply because as a child, I had to stop and pick up and touch each little flower along the way. I had to hold every little stone in my hand as though it were the first stone I had ever seen. It must have been something magical. And I looked at everything in wonder. Each crack in the sidewalk. Each person that walked by.

And I am probably guessing in saying, you were just the same as a child.

Aware. Awake. Beautifully wide awake. And in wonder.

And yes, I came by the hazelnut tree. Stopped, and picked each nut up, one by one by one. As many as my pockets could hold.

When I got back to my car, there was a different woman standing there, than the woman I was just an hour earlier. I caught myself smiling.

Stop.

Take time. To make time.

There's a little café at the lake. I had my notebook with me, the paper and pen type of notebook, I had my cigarettes with me. But most importantly, I had me, with me.

And I found myself thinking, now is the perfect moment for a cup of coffee. Me. My notebook. That little lake. Paper and pen. And a cup of coffee.

And I just sat there. I found myself writing down only two words. And those two words were, "Thank you".

I believe I was thanking myself. And maybe I was thanking God. And possibly I was thanking Life. And I was just thanking the moment.

Calm. Quiet. Happy. Inspired.

Meditation doesn't always have to be "om".

And meditation doesn't always have to be sitting cross legged on the floor, trying so hard to force yourself to meditate and not think about the laundry, or why he said what he said when you wanted him to say what... ommmm... but i think i'm hungry and when I'm finished with this, the first thing I want to do is make myself something to eat and... ommmm... am I the only person in the world that can't frigging just be quiet and sit here and meditate? Sat nam. And namasté.

No. Meditation is often just a walk in the woods. Or a walk around the lake. And being aware. Of you and yourself. And where you are. And letting the simple things in that moment be so beautifully real that you feel the colour, and touch the air and smell the breeze kiss your skin.

No. Meditation is often just a cup of coffee. Sitting there. Gazing. And catching yourself with a gentle smile.

No. Meditation is letting things stop. Even if just for a moment.

Take time. To make time.

And as the Old Zen Adage goes...

"You should sit in meditation for twenty minutes every day. Unless you are too busy. Then you should sit for an hour."

Much Loves,

Angela.

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