Written on the Body #35, May 5, 2021: May Day

This will be short, as I am writing on my phone because our regular internet is not working, along with the cable TV, on the same system. Thank goodness for my Samsung smart phone! (which also suddenly stopped working for a short while, then restarted). It’s good not to lose all communication with the world, but also nice to have the house a bit quieter.

May Day, the call for distress, comes from the French “m’aidez,” help me. And the world does need help right now, with covid-19 and its variants still ravaging, especially in India, Brazil, and marginalized communities all over the world. And the growing dangers of climate change caused by human behavior snd attitude, and the continuing work to achieve racial and social justice. Not to mention the personal tragedies many of us face.

But May also brings hope, renewal, spring flowers, and the possibility of healing on all levels, including greater communication and understanding. I agree with a quote I heard recently: the intention to heal oneself is also to heal the world.

On a personal medical note, my doctor is dealing with some bureaucratic delays in getting access to the new medication he wants me to have, but he thinks this will finally happen in a couple of weeks. Abd there is alternative drug he can use if the delay continues. He thinks I am doing well enough that another short wait won’t hurt. And he did write a note saying that I am eligible to get my second dose of vaccine sooner than four months after the first one — so I am trying to schedule that.

I did a wonderful Sound Bath meditation- listening to and absorbing a carefully-chosen collection of sounds – on line through Wellspring (Toronto), led by Rufus Glassco of Sound Body Collective. Rufus and I worked together in Learning Through the Arts some years ago, and it was great to see him again in this context. Sadly, two friends of mine have recently been diagnosed with forms of cancer; I have been trying to provide support for them the way people did for me when I was first diagnosed. It is good to have a hand to hold on this strange journey.

For leisure, Roger and I saw an excellent movie, Concrete Cowboy, on Netflix. Heartening without being sentimental. And I am reading Margaret Atwood’s striking new poetry collection, Dearly, and, as a contrast, “urban fantasy” novels by Patricia Briggs. I entered CV2 magazine’s 2-day poem contest, in which poets are given 10 words to use in a poem written over 48 hours, no more than 48 lines. Some words are common as mustard, others… well, have you ever heard of “nubivagant”? Can you guess what it means? Shall I leave you in suspense? (though you can find it online, of course). Here’s a hint: a famous line hy William Wordsworth. The contest is always a fun challenge.

Be well, and I will write again when there is more news.


About Ellen

I am a member of The Writers Union of Canada, the League of Canadian Poets, and CANSCAIP. I have received grants from the Ontario Arts Council for both writing and teaching. I currently work with Learning Through the Arts and Living through the Arts, programmes run by the Royal Conservatory of Music that enable artists to work in schools and community organizations. I have also taught in many other school and community programs, and have been a judge for various writing contests for both young people and adults.
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