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I was hoping to start the year off with an uplifting story, but just before New Years, I got swindled. I booked a ‘charming apartment away’ for a few days after Christmas on Booking.com, at a price which seemed too good to be true, and clearly was. A couple of days before I was due to depart, the accommodation informed me that unfortunately, the last guest created a plumbing problem that couldn’t be fixed in time for my visit. As soon as I cancelled my booking, the owners re-listed my dates at double the price.

In the midst of scrambling to find a new place to stay, I also reported the property that was clearly committing fraud. To their credit, Booking.com were exemplary in their response. They assured me they would investigate the matter and offered me a few options by way of compensation, one of which was to reimburse me for any difference in price of a new booking, charging the excess to the ‘charming apartment away’ as a relocation fee. So in effect, I was able to upgrade, at no extra cost. 

Since that experience, I’ve had a few more dubious incidents that I’ve had to report and thankfully, my concerns have been met favourably by companies striving to keep their services reputable and above board. We live in an age with such a lack of accountability, especially through online platforms, where it’s easier to conceal truths and lead people astray. You can take such companies to task by leaving reviews, expositing any wrongdoing, but making contact with the business or site directly, where possible, is equally as important.

Often folks will just write off this kind of bad experience, but I would encourage people to reach out where they can because our increasing passivity is making us less vigilant – or able – to act in a myriad of situations that require some kind of response.

 I sat on a packed bus the other night that had stopped for a long while – without any explanation, and not a single passenger inquired as to why we were stuck there – except me, of course, and I then relayed the situation to everyone on board. I worry more and more about how inert we are becoming as individuals and as a society, and how much provocation we need at times to be stirred into action.

Of course, we have a greater incentive to act regarding a personal transgression, especially if there is some kind of compensation or reward for doing so. But surely, the greater reward should be acting in the name of decency, trying to improve a situation, not only for ourselves but for one another.

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Recently, I realized somewhat belatedly that my condo neighbour hadn’t been paying over the past year for the parking space that he rents from us. I started to imagine all kinds of negative scenarios about why this would be, along the lines of his taking advantage of our not noticing. But I decided to try and keep an open mind, and when I approached him about it, it turned out he’d had so much going on that he’d simply forgotten. He was very apologetic and contrite and paid the full amount promptly. We moved on to other topics and positive relations were restored.

I think there’s much to be said for giving someone the benefit of the doubt, as well as initiating direct and clear communication, rather than making up all kinds of assumptions about what might be going on. We all seem to be so quick to judge one another these days, sometimes on the basis of images we’ve seen online or other kinds of unsubstantiated evidence.

Without doubt, the ability to communicate technologically in such a myriad of ways has countless advantages and benefits, but the downside of doing so with such regularity is that we’re rapidly losing our ability to communicate meaningfully face-to-face, and even less so with patience, kindness or compassion.

Our online activities have primed us towards transactional interactions delivered swiftly, and this level of expectation often migrates to face-to-face interactions, forgetting that people don’t operate like machines and that we need to allow for human idiosyncrasies and error. Individuals might also act erratically due to health issues or personal circumstances.  I’m not saying all manner of behaviour is excusable, but to try and approach a situation accounting for human variables.

 We’re also losing the capacity to just hang out and enjoy each other’s company, to respond sensitively to the physical cues of an environment and one another, and to allow for silence to be present without rushing in to fill the space.

One of the better things about the holiday season is that people tend to reach out more to one another in various thoughtful, heartfelt ways, not only family and friends, but also displaying more of an openness and generosity to strangers and those in need.

We should always strive for clarity, kindness and respect in our communication, to try and see the other person’s point of view and to approach one another with empathy, rather than condemnation. This time of year in particular encourages us to make more of an effort to be nicer and more compassionate with one another.

But remember that communicating – with kindness – is for life, not just for Christmas. 🎁

I was in Montreal for a few days last month, to re-energize and to enjoy the resplendent fall colours. On my first evening, quite suddenly, I started getting flashes out of the corner of my left eye, which, over the coming hours, morphed into a cascade of black dots and thick lines obscuring my vision. I tried not to panic and hoped I could sleep it off and it would all magically disappear by the morning. Of course, it did not. At 8am, while battling intrusive floaters, I fashioned an eye patch out of a hairband and ventured out to seek medical attention.

Of course, being in another city – and a French speaking one at that, I had no idea where to go. Fortunately, a kind local pharmacist directed me to a nearby hospital. I spent the whole of the morning and early afternoon in Emergency and at a busy ophthalmologist’s office, trying to communicate in ‘Franglais’ and to remain calm.

Though the situation was very scary and upsetting, apparently, the retinal hemorrhaging that was diagnosed was not that unusual (for my age) and there was little that could be done while I waited for the intense floaters to gradually dissipate in the coming months. I muddled through the remaining days of my trip with eyepatch and sunglasses in place and tried to enjoy myself as much as possible, gaining some relief from the evening’s darkness.

It was several weeks before I experienced any sign of improvement and the ability to use both eyes (though my vision is still somewhat impaired as I write this). During my recovery, spent largely on the sofa – I learned a number of valuable things.

First of all, the importance of allowing the body the time and space it needs to heal. I succumbed to the fatigue and headaches and gave up so many of my regular activities, like pickleball, piano and reading. It was depressing and hard but I had to give my eye the best chance of recovering.

When I did venture out, especially on public transit, I discovered just how challenging it is to navigate around the city with one eye and how little people are aware of one another. I could really empathize with the issues people with disabilities face on a regular basis, not just in physical barriers but in other people’s lack of awareness. It was a stark reminder about being more sensitive to one another’s’ needs.

I’ve also been in awe of the incredible medical innovations we have and how I just expect more and more these days that whatever condition I have, there will be something to ‘fix it’.

Mostly, of course, I’ve appreciated the incredible privilege of being able to see and how grateful I am for a faculty that allows me to engage with the world with discernment and joy. The first time I could safely venture out again on my bike into nature and properly see the birds was an incredible moment of reconnection and bliss.

 It so often takes losing something and regaining it to appreciate it in its entirety, and the experience has literally opened my eyes to the gift of sight as one I will no longer ever take for granted.

Some weeks ago, I was thinking about what to write this month and a few hours later, my wallet was stolen. Of course, there is nothing in the world that would have induced me to wish this incident upon myself, but since it did occur, it has given me a lot to process and reflect upon.

The evening began normally enough. I popped into a supermarket to buy some granola bars, put my wallet back into its usual backpack compartment and zipped it up – though possibly not fully – and got on my bike and crossed the street to the library to attend a lecture. It was only after the talk when I went to borrow a book, that I discovered my wallet was missing. I emptied out my bag – twice – and searched the library and street on my way back to the supermarket, expecting that someone would have handed it in.

This was a decent neighbourhood and I like to believe that people are generally honest, as has mostly been my experience, even in this notorious city, but there was no sign of it anywhere. The wallet, which was special to me, as it had been given to me by my parents when I was a teenager, contained about $30 in cash, my debit card, and other cards like my library and transit card, though nothing with my name on it, other than some Measure of Light business cards.

I became increasingly frantic – it was now getting dark and without any money, I was wondering how I was going to get home  – a distance of over 7 miles. On my second trip back to the supermarket to make further inquiries,  I ran into the speaker and his wife, who had already helped me search at the library. On hearing that I still hadn’t found the wallet, the speaker, without hesitation, handed over $20 to help me get home, asking me only to pay it forward. I was incredibly moved by his kindness and generosity and promised to do so.

A clerk gave me change and when I was counting it out at the subway kiosk, having explained my situation to the transit staff, they waived my fare. Subsequent calls to the bank and other places to replace my cards were met with people who were equally helpful and kind.

Even after weeks of following up, I never did recover my beloved wallet (nor have found an adequate replacement) and have had to move on. There are many ways I could choose to reflect on this incident and I’ve gone through a range of emotions, from being upset about my wallet being stolen and how underserving I was of this happening, to anger and disgust over people who cruelly take things that clearly belong to someone else. In the end, I’ve decided to focus on the people who so readily offered help, especially the speaker handing me money to get home. Their kindness is what has stayed with me most and what I choose to carry with me going forward.

We can all frame our narratives and decide to take from them what we wish. Of course, I desperately wish this incident had not occurred, and the way in which it has contributed to my changing views of this city. But I’d rather focus my energy on the lessons I can learn from it, such as being more mindful and vigilant, but most importantly, the real difference that reaching out and being kind can make to other people who are in need of help.

I’ve started playing pickleball regularly over the past year, as it’s a fairly accessible and fun physical activity. If you haven’t heard of pickleball by now, you soon will, as the tennis/badminton combo is the fastest growing sport in North America.

While pickleball can be played by all ages, it tends to draw in many from the older, retired crowd, especially ex-tennis players seeking a sport a bit kinder on the joints. Not that pickleball is much gentler, as I discovered, as it can be pretty fast paced and requires quick reaction times. Fortunately, as the ball is plastic, getting hit with it is not so severe, but the need to literally keep your eye on the ball is an excellent opportunity for me to remain present in the moment.

I also enjoy the social interaction, but what surprised me most – other than the speed of the sport – is how fractious situations can get between players. I suppose individuals bring their personalities to the game, as they would anywhere, but I’ve been amazed, at one recreation centre in particular, at the regular squabbling over whose turn it is to play, as well as bickering over points and scores. Mercifully, this is not always the case and many times, operations run smoothly.

For me, the most enjoyable scenario on the court are players who engage verbally during the game and are positive and encouraging about shots.  While some are, others are more resolutely silent or not particularly friendly, which is a shame. But the ones I have the most trouble with are the really competitive people who only play to win.

Obviously, a certain level of competition is healthy, but for me, as an intermediate player still working on my shots, those who whack the ball so hard and fast there’s no chance of me returning it, go too far and spoil the game. I’m more impressed with strategically placed shots than smashed ones – which often backfire anyway – and I struggle with people who show very little consideration for those they’re playing against.

The most admirable individuals for me are advanced players that adapt their game to the level of those they’re playing with, giving learners a chance and the space to improve. There’s a real graciousness in such sportsmanship, which doesn’t mean you have to surrender your win – but at least when you do win, you’re bringing everyone along with you. This kind of respect and generosity in the midst of a fast-paced game is commendable and shows that you can apply this kind of humanity and sensitivity to any aspect of your life – both on and off the court.

I’m so fortunate to be back in England for the summer in my peaceful, idyllic Cotswold haven. One morning, I cycled to the next town and decided on the way back to divert through the side streets. Naturally, I got terribly lost, but in the process, I stumbled on a park with some truly amazing wooden sculptures. When I got back to my town, I passed by the bridge over the little river and saw, to my delight, an egret, followed by the rare flash of an iridescent kingfisher. I was speechless and my heart was full.

I’ve often spoken about how being open to experiences can lead you to magical encounters like this one, and for me, I continually crave these opportunities to feed and uplift my soul. Most mornings, I go for a walk around the neighbourhood, taking in the bridge over the river, always hoping to see something special. Sometimes I do and often I don’t.

One morning, I looked for an egret over the bridge and didn’t see one, though I strongly felt his presence. I walked along the little river path and was excited when I spotted something white – though it turned out to be discarded paper. A couple of seconds later, boom – the egret flew up from where he had been hidden in the bank.  I was rewarded for my yearning, perseverance and for tuning into my environment.

I’m always seeking out wildlife encounters, not just because I love animals, but also for how they immediately bring me into the presence of the eternal, transporting me from my ordinary world into a realm of wonder beyond my immediate understanding.  I think in some way, we all hunger for a connection with something greater and everlasting, which we try to maintain through our relationships, work, creativity, faith and our interactions in the community or wider world.

Amidst our struggles with change and impermanence, we are constantly searching throughout our lives for some kind of consistency or certainty beyond our ephemeral existence. We try to ground ourselves by forming a bridge between our ever-evolving world and the eternal. Sometimes this connection is stronger than at other times, and when we achieve it, there is a true feeling of communion and well-being. It is our looking that makes us human and our finding that makes us divine.

When going through a stressful and traumatic time, it can be admittedly difficult to feel any sense of joy amidst all of the pain and suffering.

Most recently, my elderly mother, already besieged with dementia, was rushed to Emergency with sepsis and a stroke and spent four weeks in hospital, steadily declining and approaching death. My days became subsumed with phone calls, visits and medical consultations, and it was impossible for me not to get worn down physically, mentally and emotionally. 

The situation was compounded by disagreements with hospital and family members over the best policy for my mother’s care, and without my having an adequate support system in place here, I was constantly aching, raging and crying, my nerves were shot and I struggled to keep myself together.  Unsurprisingly, I developed a bad skin infection and needed IV antibiotics and am still slowly recovering.

The importance of self-care at such times is always emphasized, but is so much easier said than done. However, I made sure to make time for myself every day to pursue joyful and fulfilling activities, and what became the biggest lesson for me throughout this period was the utmost necessity of finding joy in the midst of sorrow.

It seems counterintuitive and even wrong somehow to want to be immersed in joy at such a painful time, but I discovered that it was absolutely essential for my own wellbeing. Without joy, the stress would have devoured me from within.

For me, my main source of joy was, as always, in nature, cycling through the woods by the river and interacting with wildlife. Their immediacy and ebullience drew me from the constant spectre of death and reestablished my connection with all that is elemental and eternal.

Joy is what makes life worth living – of helping us carry on and have things to look forward to and celebrate. It reminded me that there is still life out there and wonders to be discovered and enjoyed. Seeking joy gave me the strength I needed to face my challenges with renewed perspective a greater patience and compassion for other people, as well as myself.

While my mother recovered enough to return home, she is still nearing the end and the road ahead remains uncertain. But what has remained steadfast for me is my determination to seek and find joy whenever possible, to reconnect to the realization that I have my own life to live and its precious gift remains vital for me to embrace.

There is no doubt that digital platforms have transformed our methods of communication, giving us ever more scope and opportunities to reach out to one another in instant and impactful ways. Nowadays, even while in transit, with a few taps on our phone, we can join international meetings, sign up for events, order goods to be delivered immediately and even vote on important issues. Much of the time we are interfacing with automated sites, but in many of our other interactions, we mustn’t lose sight of the fact that we are engaging with real live people at the other end and our actions have genuine consequences for them.

I think too often our ability to ‘click and unclick’ according to our whims has inured us from the impact of our actions, and just because we have the ability to disengage so effortlessly, does not absolve us of our responsibility to the real life sentient individuals at the other end. We’ve all had horrible experiences of being berated, dismissed or even ghosted through texting or social media platforms. For me, most recently, I had a tourist from one of my guided walks give me a one-star review because I had to cancel a tour due to my mother being in hospital – just because she could, without any accountability for her behaviour.

For every interaction, regardless of the medium used, we have a moral obligation to treat one another with respect and dignity, and to consider one’s actions as fully as you would if the individual – with all of their feelings and fragilities – were standing right in front of you. Just because it’s easy to dismiss people online does not make it right.

The value of communicating in person has now become even greater than ever because when you’re face-to face, it’s more difficult to be indifferent and unaccountable, as you are actively engaging and resonating with a humanity that you know and feel to be in yourself.

 For all of its undeniable benefits, technological innovations in communication are also progressively chipping away at our genuine, if flawed experiences of being human and eroding our capacity to be kind and empathic with one another. We should not abuse our privilege of being able to reach out to one another in so many multifaceted ways by devaluing those we are connecting with and shunning our responsibilities to act respectfully and compassionately with the real-life people at the other end of the virtual world.

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Amidst the vibrant renewal of Spring, very sadly, this month, two of my dear friends experienced the rapid decline and death of their long-term partners. Watching someone we love suffer at the end of their lives is one of the most heart-wrenching experiences we can ever have, made somehow all the more cruel occurring at this time of the year. My own father died in the midst of Spring many years ago, and I know the incongruity of wanting to rejoice in the return of new life while desperately watching it drain from the person you love.

Losing someone we care about is inevitably an aspect of all of our lives, and while we’re aware of this reality on some level, still, the experience so often hits us unexpectedly and we’re never fully prepared for how to deal with the suffering when it lands on our doorstep.

Watching the demise of a loved one, even with the most vigilant of care, is like being forced to fight a rapidly losing battle. It can erode any feeling of control we have or topple how we make sense of the world, suddenly throwing us onto another course we don’t know how to navigate. Sometimes we find our way through the fog by busying ourselves with all the multitude of actions accompanying a death, so it takes time for our grief and sadness to catch up to our struggle to calibrate a new reality.

As we suffer the loss of someone close to us, we are also suffering the loss of a significant part of ourselves. Every day, every year, as we get older, we are slowly losing parts of ourselves, our youth, our vitality and our access to a never-ending future full of possibilities. Our time on this planet becomes more finite as we age, but still, even knowing this, even feeling this inevitability in a myriad of ways, doesn’t fully prepare us for when a loss is absolute. Losing someone wakes us up to the realization of our own delicacy, fragility and transient time we have to be alive.

It reminds us – so starkly – that nothing is permanent, and that many things or people are gone so much sooner than we expect, wish or hope. It is such a powerful message to value each and every moment, and to be fully present and cherish the experiences with those we care about and not to take them for granted, knowing they will not last and will soon slip into memory.

Loss is always sad, frustrating, heart-breaking and disorienting. It is never easy and never the same for any two people. If we did not love and did not feel attachment, meaning and belonging, we simply would not be human. The well of our grief is a testament to the depth of our love and the preciousness of the relationships we’ve been blessed to be a part of during our short time here on Earth.

I was on the bus the other day when an elderly woman got on and was struggling to find her fare. She eventually presented a transfer, which the driver dismissed as being two days old, and instead of motoring on, waited at a green traffic light for the woman to produce her fare. The woman said she didn’t want to hold up the bus and got off.  

While now stopped at a red light, another passenger came forward and chided the driver, claiming she could have just let the senior on for free. The driver’s replied that she hadn’t told the woman to get off the bus. The passenger then called out to the woman, who was still standing on the pavement scrambling for her fare and she came back on the bus – for free -and we helped to get her settled in a seat. She was immensely relived and grateful.

What struck me so dramatically about this incident was the bus driver’s complete indifference to the woman’s plight. While we all have rules and regulations to follow in our jobs, there should be a common sense provision allowing leniency in extenuating circumstances, particularly to help those in need. Echoing Gandhi’s proclamation, that ‘the greatness of a nation can be judged by how it treats its weakest member,’ it is an aspiration that we should all strive for as a society, as well as in our own daily lives.

Though I often see incidents of people helping out, I would say that overall in my lifetime, I’ve witnessed a real erosion in people’s efforts to care for one another. It’s interesting that during the pandemic, public addresses were made urging people to look in on their neighbours and elderly, as if this is something that would not have occurred to us naturally.

I do feel that we all have the desire within us to care for our fellow human beings and that these days, it often gets expressed more readily in the virtual realm, through social media campaigns and Go Fund Me sites. But it seems to me that we’ve lost the natural instinct to care for one another in our everyday interactions. Caring is like a muscle that needs to be exercised, and when we switch off to anything but our own immediate circumstances and are not present to those around us, indifference or apathy often settles in.

Multiplied many times over, it is this apathy which is eroding our society and destroying our world because when we cease to care, we cease to act. Conversely, when we care about something, we’re invested in protecting it or improving its outcome. The biggest challenge in today’s world is in getting people to care, and to turn that focused measure of concern into productive, transformative action.

Caring means reaching out and doing what you know is right – at times extending beyond the stated rules. If we all made the effort to care a little bit more, our positive actions would continue to reverberate out and create a more peaceful, loving and beautiful world.