When I passed into “The Age of Maturity” (80) I  gradually began giving up on any new ideas to change the world as I knew it. Since 1972 my world had revolved around developing a sense of belonging and love for this beautiful stretch of geography known as the Omineca Lakes District of North Central…

Somewhere along the line I discovered Faith It didn’t come right away As a child I prayed for a red wagon That didn’t happen so I became an atheist Or perhaps an agnostic because I still had hope And I did believe in Santa Clause As an adult I joined a religion as a rite…

#19 The Beauty of Being Old For much of my life I longed for curly hair. My mother had beautful waves and my dad, in his passport photo, is sporting an attractive bend in his thickly coifed forelock. As it was, my brother ended up with the curls and poor me was left with straight…

Not sure what to write- been busy coordinating photos and journal entries from my Baha’i Pilgrimage to Haifa Israel with my daughter Bee. Perhaps I shall post something from a note on Facebook and see if it shows up here: Notes on PilgrimageFeb 23 – Quality hotel in Richmond BC – It’s 7:30pm – Bee…

What I am thinking of at the moment re controversies: wars, homelessness, medical (Covid ) addictions, mental illnesses and Canada putting us back on the side of Palestine being two-state and backing Ukraine over Russia. My mind goes back to the old time truckers who travelled our backroads in all seasons with poor tires and…

The Beauty of Being Old – when I wrote this I was just a senior, not yet old (80+)MYOPIC AND ASTIGMATIC OBSERVATIONSbyDoris RayMy recollection of many things past (as well as a few things present) is about as clear as what I can perceive without eyeglasses through extremely myopic and abysmally astigmatic eyes. Optometrists say…

The Beauty of Being Old When you’re old -ish almost everything is an adventure: like when I poured coolant into the windshield cleaning receptacle of my car. My friend Rilla, whose husband is a mechanic, borrowed a pump from him and managed to suck up all the fluid that was wrongly meant to go into…

12 The Beauty of Being Old Last night I finally experienced the thrill of advancing along our cribbage board highway to rest my winning peg in the golden hole! Awhile ago, during a prolonged winning streak, George had drilled a small hole at the game’s finish line. He burnished it with paint so that it…

14 The Beauty of Being Old At the coffee table this morning, the discourse was about the newest (non-paying) tenants at the Lodge. Apparently, they slither around our suites in the dead of night. If a light is flicked on, these miniature invaders either cringe in horror, or hightail it out of there to gosh-knows-where.…

Baha’i prayer for humanityOThou kind Lord!  O Thou Who art generous and merciful!  We are servants of Thy threshold and are gathered beneath the sheltering shadow of Thy divine unity.  The sun of Thy mercy is shining upon all, and the clouds of Thy bounty shower upon all.  Thy gifts encompass all, Thy loving providence…