February 27th Storms

 


Winter has been very fickle this year, often flirting with spring-like temperatures before dealing us a weekly ice storm. There was no skating on the world's largest public skating surface for the first time this year. With its history of reliable winter cold and snow, even Ottawa did not have enough frigid days to freeze the Rideau Canal to a safe depth. 

We love a good snowstorm, especially if it is packing snow that lasts long enough to make good snowballs, snowmen or snow sculptures. On February 27, 2019, four years ago today, we had one of those perfect snowfalls. 




After shovelling the driveway, my daughter and I decided to try making faceprints in the snow. It was a silly idea promoted on social media but there are moments when silliness is an antidote for too much seriousness in life.

All I can say is that the snow is shockingly cold! The faceprint was barely recognizable and very fleeting.






We experienced heavy snow this afternoon which started just before the evening commute started. Driving in a winter storm is not as much fun as a face plant in the white stuff. And now, we are getting another round of freezing rain, five short days after the last blast of ice.

Complaining aside, it is not time for spring and a few more weeks of cold temperatures are expected. Our grandchildren, like all children, enjoy winter and have no difficulty finding ways to play in the snow. My skating, tobogganing, and "rolling down the hill" days may be over but there is always some fun to be had, even for this grandma.


Ash Wednesday

My parents' burial plot, Tepic Mexico (large white tomb in the centre)
We have been attending a liturgical church for almost a year and find the journey through the church calendar with its emphasis on the gospel message, scripture and prayer to be very meaningful. Last Sunday was Transfiguration Sunday where we read the account of Peter, James and John as they saw Jesus on the mountain in his radiant, divine glory when he spoke with Moses and Elijah. This pinnacle experience was followed by Jesus' return to Jerusalem and the difficult journey to his death a few weeks later. Today is Ash Wednesday where we recognize our mortality and start a forty-day journey to the cross before we celebrate the resurrection. 

I just finished a book by Canadian physician Blair Bigham called Death Interrupted: How Modern Medicine is Complicating the Way We Die. He started his career as a paramedic and went on to become an ER and ICU specialist. In the book he describes that starting in the 1950s with the polio epidemic, ventilators were invented (1958), CPR was developed (1960), modern kidney dialysis was available to a few patients (1964), organ transplants became more reliable (1980s), and heart-lung bypass (ECMO) machines came into use in the 1970s. I was discussing the book with one of our respirologists this week and she commented that advances in medical technology have outpaced the ability of our public health system to pay for these kinds of treatments. It is interesting that all these technologies have come into use during my lifetime. Dr. Bigham describes how it has become difficult to determine when death has occurred when people are hooked up to machines. Societies with access to modern medical procedures have become increasingly death-averse creating ethical dilemmas for physicians and patients. On one hand, people are trying to avoid death, and on the other, people in Canada are seeking assisted medical death because they want to avoid a prolonged period of suffering.

Lent is a time to reflect on two types of death; physical death and spiritual death. In church today we read  the paradoxical description Paul gives of his life in 2 Corinthians 5:16-6:10 where he says at the end of the passage that he is

"...dying, and yet we live on
beaten, and yet not killed
sorrowful, yet always rejoicing
poor, yet making many rich
having nothing, and yet possessing everything."

Psalm 103 starts with the promises
"Bless the Lord, O my soul,
And forget not all His benefits:
Who forgives all your iniquities,
Who heals all your diseases,
Who redeems your life from destruction,
Who crowns you with lovingkindness and tender mercies,
Who satisfies your mouth with good things,
So that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s."

but further on it seems contradictory when it says,

"So the Lord pities those who fear Him.
For He knows our frame;
He remembers that we are dust.
 As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
For the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
And its place remembers it no more.
 But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting."

Last week, on February 14th, my friend and co-worker died of brain cancer. I talked to her at church in the fall just before she started palliative care and she described her initial fight to live with surgery, radiation, and immunotherapy when she was diagnosed in 2020. But she told me she was tired and ready to die and was stopping treatment as the cancer spread. Her faith sustained her through the last few difficult months. Yesterday another close friend was shocked to find his adult son dead in a chair, a sudden death from a vascular event. We are constantly reminded of our mortality and must live in light of that awareness. Yet we also live with the hope that comes from the promise of resurrection.

My religious upbringing focused so much on miracles and healing that death was seen as a great enemy and a sign of insufficient faith. I have watched family members, sadly including my mother, who felt their faith had faltered and evil had triumphed as death approached. "Prosperity theology" teaches that it is always God's will for us to have financial and physical well-being and that God rewards our faith, giving, and positive confession. Unfortunately, this teaching is spreading in third-world countries where people are poor and without access to adequate health care. I was exposed to so much death in my professional career that I questioned these unbiblical doctrines. I remember telling my mother that I had never witnessed a proven miracle of healing in response to prayer that was more than the natural healing the human body is capable of with proper self-care or a response to appropriate medical treatment. We are "fearfully and wonderfully made"!

Ash Wednesday marks the start of a time of repentance, fasting and prayer in anticipation of the joy of the resurrection and Christ’s ultimate victory over sin and death. 

...earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; 
in sure and certain hope of the 
Resurrection to eternal life, 
through our Lord Jesus Christ

(The Order for the Burial of the Dead, BCP)



Postscript:
I get a new Lenten devotional each year and this is my choice for 2023.
The first two readings have been excellent (I love poetry- it may not be
everyone's favourite style). Click the picture for a link.

Balancing Act

I bought myself a good bike in the summer of 2012; it has been one of the best purchases I ever made. I got my first two-wheeled bicycle when I was eight years old, shortly after we returned to Canada and moved to the then-small town of Aurora where traffic was light and the roads reasonably safe. I remember riding all over town one spring selling Girl Guide cookies as I was an enthusiastic member of the Brownies. I rode a bike as a university student and commuted to my first job the same way. When our children were able to ride, we made good use of the excellent network of bike trails in our city. For the past three years, I pedalled at least 1000 km a year commuting to work and riding in the neighbourhood. 

Last month I had my first major crash, wiping out on a patch of black ice in the park. Fortunately, I did not break anything but a few parts of my bike. The repairs cost a couple of hundred dollars but the chain, brakes and gears were due to be replaced anyway and my bike is now as good as new. The mild winter weather has given me the opportunity to go on some rides this past week. 

The elm tree in better days
Today I rode by the sad stump of one of the last Elm trees in the area. Apparently, the city put a lot of effort into keeping it healthy but the foliage was increasingly sparse in the last couple of years and it finally succumbed to Dutch Elm disease. I wonder how old it was? 

My recent rides have restored my confidence in remaining upright on two wheels. But there are other high-balance activities where I have no skill at all. 

Ice skating, roller skating, in-line skating, cross-country skiing, downhill skiing, and gymnastic balance feats are all beyond my ability and I have no desire to risk my bones trying them at this stage of life. But there are some balance activities that I practice daily and test my patients' skill levels as well. 

Balance performance decreases quickly in middle age for many reasons, increasing the risk of falls. Shuffling, a wide-based stance, a rapid gait pace, hip weakness, peripheral neuropathies as seen in diabetes, pain, and spinal abnormalities all indicate the potential of decreased standing balance. By timing how long a person can stand on one leg (I only test with eyes open), it is possible to assess a person's fall risk and their need for a gait aid. The good thing about this activity is that with practice, performance improves quickly. I ask my patients to practice single-leg standing on both legs a couple of times a day while standing near a counter or sink. The ability to stand on one leg for even ten seconds is associated positively with all-cause mortality in middle-aged and older people. (source)




Our three-year-old grandson is learning to skate this winter. It is best to learn this skill when you are small enough that you don't have far to fall. My daughter bought skate trainer aids that attach to the skate. They work like training wheels do for a bicycle. According to the positive reviews of buyers, children do not need them long before they get the hang of skating on blades without assistance. I hear they work for adults too, but I will take a pass during this lifetime! I will continue practicing unipedal stance regularly in the comfort of my home. 

Three Years into Retirement

 Saying goodbye on my last day of work -Feb 2020
Yesterday marked three years from the day I retired from full-time work. I don't regret the decision and know I was fortunate to leave that job before the pandemic hit. The hospital where I worked absorbed many patients displaced from long term care beds during the worst COVID outbreaks slowing the turnover of admission and discharges. It has been a stressful time for healthcare workers.

I continue in my part-time position on a medical/surgical chest unit at an acute care hospital and love the work I am doing. The ward is no longer a COVID unit and the patient mix includes people with a variety of conditions from COPD exacerbations to esophagectomies. (I think about my esophagus frequently now and avoid heartburn at all costs!) Every day I learn something new and can also put my rehab experience to good use.

Someone recently asked me why I still worked and wondered why my identity as a physiotherapist was so important to me. I did not seek this position but was glad to accept it when offered. I believe that we always have opportunities and choices available that give purpose to our lives. I envisioned myself being a volunteer in retirement, but volunteer opportunities were scarce at the height of the pandemic. Having a paid position has been very helpful as the value of our retirement savings has fluctuated with variable financial markets and inflation. But I hold my current job with open palms, ready to move on when the time is right. I have good role models for healthy aging within my family where retirement has opened the door for new ways to work and learn and share with others.

Politics is one area where people can work at any age. Centenarian Hazel McCallum, the longtime mayor of the City of Mississauga was buried yesterday on what would have been her 102nd birthday. She was head of an advisory group for the provincial government at the time of her death. It takes a strong, brave person to enter politics these days as online abuse and personal threats are far too common, especially toward women. I have no ambitions in the political arena.

Healthy aging is dependent on a number of factors which include a healthy diet, regular exercise, meaningful social interactions, ongoing learning, avoiding substance abuse, and taking control of vascular markers like blood pressure, blood sugar and cholesterol. Depression, anxiety, and hearing loss can also accelerate the loss of functional independence. A spiritual focus is helpful in finding meaning and managing stressful circumstances that will inevitably accompany getting older. We have to live in community with others and have a focus outside ourselves to achieve these goals.
 
I am currently reading The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman, a popular British whodunit set in a "peaceful retirement village." The most annoying thing about the book so far is reading about too many old people living in one place, trying to make the best of their golden years. I am very grateful to have friends and family of all ages and am a firm believer that segregating people by age is never a good thing. Generational integration is normal and necessary. 

My multigenerational, multicultural workplace is a perfect fit for me right now. I have good friends who are the same age as my children. This young physiotherapist from Kerala has shared some amazing food and recipes with me. I am going to make his fish curry for supper tonight. He and I both share our Christian faith and know that God is not into handouts, but gives us the opportunity and responsibility to live wisely and generously. 

The Committed Partnership of Bald Eagles

February 14, 2023- Love (commitment) is in the air

Last May a quick and severe windstorm moved across Ontario causing major damage. The derecho tossed the young, unfledged eaglets from this nest and they fell to their deaths. The parents were not seen at their eyrie for the rest of the season. Bald Eagles start nest repairs and mating around the middle of February in this region. The birds mate for life and the pair above have nested in this tree for over ten years now. I have watched them closely since 2014. Today was a beautiful, sunny day and my husband and I drove to the bank of the Nith River to see if the eagles had returned after last year's tragedy. 

The female sat on a branch and after a few minutes, the smaller-sized male arrived too.

This set of pictures was taken over a fifteen-minute period of time. It could have taken hours of waiting before the birds returned, but we were fortunate to witness the courtship display just after we arrived on the opposite side of the river.

The Eagles were very vocal, their shrieks echoing across the river.


The courtship rituals may continue throughout the month but if this year is like others, two to three eggs will be in the nest by early March. Several other Ontario bird species begin nesting when it is still winter. Great Horned Owls, Red-tailed Hawks, Canada Jays and Crossbills all start laying eggs before spring arrives. Bald Eagles actively care for their young until the end of summer so they need an early start. 


We celebrate romantic love on Valentine's Day but it takes commitment and perseverance to maintain a long-term partnership. I hope this is a better year for these Eagles and their eaglets without the severe windstorms we have had the past two years in May and June. I will be checking in frequently!

Window Cleaning



Blessed are those who are poor at being spiritual,
The kingdom of heaven is well-suited for ordinary people.

Blessed are the depressed who mourn and grieve,
For they create space to encounter comfort from another.

Blessed are the gentle and trusting, who are not grasping and clutching, For God will personally guarantee their share as heaven comes to earth.

Blessed are those who ache for the world to be made right, For them, the government of God is a dream come true.

Blessed are those who give mercy,
For they will get it back when they need it most.


Blessed are those who have a clean window in their soul,
For they will perceive God when and where others don't.

Blessed are the bridge-builders in a war-torn world,
For they are God’s children working in the family business.

Blessed are those who are maligned and mistreated for the right reasons,
For the kingdom of heaven comes to earth amidst much persecution.

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“The Beatitudes are deliberately designed to shock us. If we’re not shocked by the Beatitudes, it’s only because we have tamed them with a patronizing sentimentality – and being sentimental about Jesus is the religious way of ignoring Jesus! Too often the Beatitudes are set aside into the category of “nice things that Jesus said that I don’t really understand.”


Pastor and author Brian Zahnd published this paraphrase of the Beatitudes a few years ago. They caught my attention when he reposted them a couple of weeks ago as I pray these words of Jesus from Matthew 5 every day. His rewording was insightful and meaningful, particularly the fifth one "Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God" which is rewritten as "Blessed are those who have a clean window in their soul, for they will perceive God when and where others don't."

In times past, I interpreted the fifth beatitude to mean that if I lived a pure enough life, I would eventually see God in heaven with the relatively few people who met the criteria for admission. We were raised in a very legalistic and conservative fundamentalist church that put much emphasis on external appearance and specific spiritual experiences as evidence of salvation. Emotional experiences were also valued and intellectualism was not a priority. We were to live separate lives from "the world" so it was easy to develop a sense of spiritual superiority. There were good people in the church of my childhood, but many in my generation experienced emotional and spiritual harm when they questioned or abandoned the teachings of the denomination. In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus countered the legalistic traditions of a pharisaical religion with radical new teachings that delighted the masses and infuriated the religious establishment. 

I left the house early this morning before the sun hit our driveway. My windshield was frosted over and needed to be scraped and defogged before going in traffic. It made me think of what it means to have a clean window to my soul. In John 5:17 Jesus told the Jewish leaders, “My Father is always working, and so am I.” I believe that we can recognize and join God in the work he continues to do through people on earth today. That is what the Beatitudes are about.

Soul windows are easily clouded with the vapours of self-centredness, self-pity, demanding our rights, wanting the world to change for our benefit, and thinking that we are persecuted and suffer more than others. Showing love and compassion, understanding the motives and perspectives of others, and coming alongside people without judgement is like putting the defogger on high to clear the view.

We drove home from Ottawa last week for over five hours on the highway in snow, sleet and rain. My car was covered in salt, slush and dirt and we had to use the windshield washer fluid and wipers after passing every transport truck. As soon as we got home, I went to a carwash as the vehicle was so filthy. External circumstances, injustice, busyness, family and financial concerns can muddy the outside of our soul window making us cynical and stressed. Jesus addresses the "windshield wiper and carwash" solution in the same Sermon on the Mount when he says in Matthew 6:25-34

That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life...Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need. So don’t worry about tomorrow...

As I seek this Kingdom, I can perceive and join God in his work.

February Flowers and Feelings

Narcissus papyraceus or Paperwhites

I had difficulty finding an Amaryllis bulb for myself in December. On the rack where they used to be at the store was a single box of Paperwhite bulbs. I enjoy watching spring bulbs bloom in the winter so I purchased the Paperwhites and planted them in early January. Seven stalks are blooming as I write this post, and the members of our household have mixed feelings about their scent. 

"The naturally-produced biochemical that gives paperwhite narcissus its distinctive fragrance is indole. Not everyone likes the smell of indole – especially in large amounts. It has a sweetness that can both repel and attract us simultaneously. The biochemical compound indole is found throughout the natural world: in fecal matter, decaying animals, body odour and even in vegetables such as broccoli and kale."

Or in another online opinion,

"Paperwhite narcissus is the cilantro of the flower world. While some people can’t get enough of their heady fragrance, to others they smell like a cross between dirty socks and cat pee." (source)

I love cilantro but a coworker who lacked the genetic ability to enjoy the herb told me it tasted like soapy dirt to her tastebuds. Whose opinion is right or wrong?

Last week, one of the youngest therapists at the hospital, a lovely, energetic new grad asked me to see a patient on her unit. The patient had taken an intense dislike toward her and demonstrated it with inappropriate verbal behaviour. The therapist said to me, 

"I have never had a patient I didn't get along with!" 

She felt she could not face the patient again.

I wanted to tell her that it was sure to happen again. We cannot make everyone like us, even if our behaviour is faultless. I was happy to help her out and being forewarned, my session with the patient went well, mainly because I avoided giving commands and let the patient direct our interaction. 

Last month I had a patient who tearfully told the unit physician how much she hated me and that she didn't know why she hated me so much. I was very aware of her feelings toward me, but when the matter was discussed at team rounds, the staff members were shocked at the vehemence of her disfavour. I have learned not to take offence at incidents like this. The patient had my sympathy as I felt she chose me as the target of her frustration and unhappiness at losing control of her life due to a chronic illness. She had a severe fear of falling and my daily visits to encourage her to try walking with me turned out to be counterproductive. 

My Paperwhite Narcissus blooms are very pretty but I confess I will be not sorry when I can toss the plant in the compost. (I cannot throw a healthy, blooming plant out even if it stinks!) We keep moving the pot from place to place in the house where the smell may be less noticeable. Right now they are a daily reminder that I cannot please everyone for reasons that may be out of my control. 

Inoffensive and very neutral birthday Carnations