The world is upside down! As I look out my office window, I am watching a house being demolished on the street below us. Breaking up the concrete and dismantling the metal mesh is a noisy process. It makes writing difficult.
Last Sunday we went for a walk on the cliff path of Gronez, a headland on the north west coast of Jersey. Gronez is replete with fortifications built by the Germans during their occupation of the Channel Islands during WWII. Hitler viewed the occupation of the Islands as strategic to form part of his Atlantic Wall.
It’s Canada Day. Canada celebrates the anniversary of July 1, 1867 when the Province of Canada, Nova Scotia and New Brunswick created a single Dominion within the British Empire called Canada. Today, I’m missing my home and native land.
Probably a little bit of both!
At the restaurant last night, they wouldn’t allow us to hold a menu. We had to read it taped to the window, but they were fine with handing us a wine list and serving us directly without gloves.
Speculation that is whirling in the psyches of the population causing a frenzy of anxiety is because of extreme media coverage in my mind.
About 20 years ago I was in an elevator going down to the lobby in the Four Seasons Hotel in Vancouver. It stopped on a floor and in walked Al Pacino. His hair was sticking out all over the place. He looked like a mad professor. I’m certain he hadn’t brushed it.
Seconds later…
I recently heard an interview with Jane Fonda on YouTube. When she turned 60, she referred to this time of life as her 3rd Act. Her words resonated with me. During the end of my 2nd act, menopause brought a lot of change. I’ve been recreating myself by answering some big questions. When my 3rd Act started last Autumn, I felt prepared to venture into unchartered territory.