Diary, Photo, The Writing Life

Hiatus

I’ve decided to give my Delphinium blog a break for a while so that I can focus my writing impulses more on poetry and fiction in my notebook. Sorry to those who have recently signed up to follow this blog! I’ve created another blog called bethweb News for my news about writing and life in general, which you can get to from my home page at www.bethweb.ca by clicking the news tab. Or, to check it out right away, click here.

In the meantime, these are links to some of my favourite posts on Delphinium: on my kitchen table (part of a series, there are 2 more!), Comfort Tree, Frozen Food & Poetry, List, Ice Cream, Twenty Lost Friends, T-shirt Biography, Angels Catching Fish, Spider, Catch & Release, and I thought I saw you.

You might be curious to know that Delphinium’s most visited posts are: Polar Bear Swim, Charlottetown and Art in the Open, Charlottetown. My guess is that the next in line is probably: Introducting Sir John A. Go figure.

Thanks to everyone that has been visiting and reading Delphinium since I started it in the summer of 2009. It has been a great experiment, and I hope to pick it up again in the future.

(thanks for this picture, Za!)

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Diary, Photo, Self Nurturance

in search of resonance

I have been going to Teresa Doyle’s weekly sound yoga classes off and on for several years. We sing some Latin rounds at times, but mostly we sing and chant in Sanskrit. I have learned a great deal in these wonderful classes and have become more at home with my voice. Most of all, I have learned to let the song come through me. I have received some compliments on my singing from people in this group, and frankly, at first this puzzled me very much. I have sung most of my life, but apart from the odd comment here and there, based on the feedback from the outside world, I concluded there was nothing special about my voice or my singing, at least, nothing that could be detected by others. Of course—in my own world, singing along to music in the car—I sometimes felt I was a superstar!

On Christmas, I took my mother to church, and the first hymn was “Joy to the World”. I noticed (for the first time) that it started on an irritatingly high note—rather hard to hit if you haven’t even warmed up yet. Nevertheless, I enjoyed singing all the Christmas carols though I noticed that it was a strain on my voice and felt somewhat forced. I also noticed that my right shoulder began to ache.

The next night, I got out the old Christmas music books and started playing my parents’ new electronic piano. Unfortunately, the beloved Heintzman on which I learned to play did not come with my parents when they moved back to town about a year ago. I picked out the chords for some favourite Christmas songs and as I sang along, I noticed again how high the high notes were and how tight it felt in my body to hit them. (I must say here that for decades, I have NOT been a fan of electronic pianos. For me, it was only the old pianos that had life and character in them. But, after adjusting the key touch on this piano, I began to like the sound and feel of it.)  There were a number of buttons above the keyboard and one of them said transpose. I thought to myself, what if…? And I yanked out the manual to figure out how to use this function. I then transposed “Joy to the World” down 3 keys and lo and behold, it felt wonderful to sing it! Other songs I transposed 4 or even 5 keys down. All this time, singing these songs, I’d been singing in a range that was unnatural to me and a strain on my voice. In high school choir I’d been put into second soprano, but was that really where my voice belonged?

It was a revelation to sing these familiar songs with comfort—to let the tunes really come through the natural instrument of my voice. Singing within my range, I finally felt in tune.

Then I started to think about all the other things that I do because I’ve gone along with where I’ve been slotted, not knowing any better, trying to conform to a shape that others made, when in fact, growing and flourishing means finding my own range, where my song and my efforts become magnified, like a resonant wave structure, in which the power is many times beyond what at first seemed possible. And I thought about other people struggling with the very same thing in many areas of their lives.

So that is my guiding wish for myself for 2012: to find more ways in my life that I can become in tune with the talents and natural range of this particular being that I am, to notice and to seek resonance. And I wish the same for all of you too.

Happy New Year!

playing the old Heintzman

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Hotel Le Florimay

I arrive the long way around having taken the first exit for Montmagny I see on the highway. I get to see the exuberant displays of Christmas lights on the front lawns of locals as I come into town. I am exhausted having left my parents’ house in Guelph 12 hours earlier, driving with a fever and a sore throat. With windchill, it is minus 30 now and the fire in the lobby is welcoming. I attempt some rusty French with the friendly young woman at the desk and ask for a chambre tranquil. She thinks I am asking for 2 queens but we sort it out. She will give me a quiet room on the second floor. I go out the car and gather up knapsack, food bag, laptop, pillows, and one or two other things I don’t want to freeze in the car. The clerk is at the door to open it for me. She asks in French if I need help with my things to get to my room and I laugh and say Non! I go up and down the corridor twice looking for my room, which is out of sequence and tucked in at the end of the hall. Quiet indeed. The room has a comfortable bed with elegant bolsters, 2 leather chairs, a TV in a cabinet, a desk and a small fridge. I feel blessed when I lie down on the bed. The driving was not hard but I am grateful to be here. I call my boyfriend and we talk for a short while and then I go to bed. The room is blissfully quiet, friendly, peaceful. In the morning I shower and write 3 pages and go down for breakfast. My fever has broken and my head has cleared. My throat is sore, but I have rested. I eat cereal and whole wheat toast with peanut butter. I drink a big glass of orange juice. I exchange a few words in French with some other guests. I admire with astonishment the hibiscus in the corner, which has two luscious blooms. A television plays a sitcom or a movie that features Carla from Cheers and a Saint Bernard, which is being given a bath. The show is dubbed in French. Suddenly a song bursts out in English: I’m walking on sunshine…. I smile. I hear the birds singing out from the lobby. On the way back to the room I say hello. There are two in the wrought-iron cage — they are green and yellow. They groom each other and touch their bills together. I gather all of my things from the room and stow them in the car. I return my key cheerfully. It is a brilliant morning, very cold, very fresh. I scrape a little frost from the windows and look at the solid ice in my water bottle, which I left in the car. At 8:30, I pull out of the parking lot with the song in my head — I’m walking on sunshine…. 

View, Hotel Room

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Quebec Rest Stops

After passing the turn-off for Riviere-du-Loup, rounding the bend where the highway changes, coming around to the St. Lawrence, there is the rest stop on the right. Thank goodness! Made it through the mountain road to the seaway and here is a place to pee, nap, have a snack. I love the rest stops on Route 20 going down to Montreal. They are warm, clean, bright, and safe. There are people walking their dogs, truckers pulled over for a snooze, and usually a little kiosk selling hot beverages and food during the daytime hours. They are a very quick place to take care of the body’s needs and take a mental break.

Sunday morning was gorgeous & cold. I pulled in around 8:30 to this rest stop near Saint-Hyacinthe. An older gentleman was doing the morning cleaning. Thank you, Sir, for keeping the facilities tidy! And thank you Quebec for your lovely, compact, and efficient rest stops!

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