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Gold and God – A Winning Match

In exhaustion and exhilaration I climbed in bed for a good night’s sleep.

Earlier in the day I and my female partner had participated in the women’s doubles in the game of Pickleball at the BC Senior Summer Games in Kamloops, BC.  http://www.2013kamloopsbcseniorsgames.org/

This is the first year of going to a rating system of 2.75, 3. 3.25, 3.5, 3.75, 4 and 4.5 and in our category of 3.25 we were in a mix of 4 teams and played each team twice.  We ended up in a 3 way tie with 4 wins and 2 losses each.  It came down to points for and against and we were able to squeak out a Gold medal with 7 points separating Gold, Silver and Bronze.   We were proud of our win.

Laying in bed in my tiny motel room, with my husband snoring beside me, he was nearly drowned out by the fridge whose motor kicked in randomly which sounded like a car motor revving.  On and off, on and off the fridge roared and I eventually put a pillow over my head to assist my ear plugs to do their job of silencing my space so I could sleep.

With the fridge on and off is how I slept, on and off, reliving my day, and to quote my partners description of a restless sleep, “pickling all night.”  I could see myself make great shots, watch balls drop at my feet, sometimes unable, or at other times not even trying to hit it, taking huge sweeps to slam the ball over and across the net – yet miss it completely.  I was feeling the emotions of winning a game and losing a game and my adrenaline simply kept me going in sleep cycles throughout the night until I became fully awake at 5am and began to write.

It reminds of the night my son was born.  There was a 4 hour burst of energy, intensity, focus and full attention to the task at hand of birthing.  Shortly after midnight my prize was born and I was high on adrenaline for the remainder of the night reliving each moment, snippets of conversation and the thrill of knowing I had participated in doing something wonderful – in this case giving birth though I had the assistance of my husband, nursing staff and months of preparation.

My Pickleball games also came with help, lessons, 3 years of learning the game,  months of practice, teamed up with my partner as we chatted about our areas of strengths and areas we needed to work on and asking for tips from others along the way.

My musings of the night took me further as I reflected about my journey through marriage.  Ongoing training, staying focused and to press on toward the goal, to reach my reward reminds me of  the scripture reference from THE MESSAGE in Philippians 3:12-14, “I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made.  But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me.  Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward – to Jesus.  I’m off and running and I’m not turning back.”

I remembered saying to myself through my various games, “okay, stay focused, watch the ball, and keep your eye on the ball” then feel my body take a readying position to receive whatever came my way.  I was trained to this point, at my level and I was giving it my best shot, literally.

This is a revelation of what Paul (THE MESSAGE) teaches about life, in my spiritual pursuit of living life according to Gods word and his purposes whether it be in play, work or marriage.  To be filled with zeal, train for it, find my strengths, be aware of pitfalls, weaknesses, work on improving and stay focused on the path to my reward, communicate and actively work as a team member with my partner – pick up the slack for each other, yet at the same time, strive for my individual best.

My Pickleball partner and I are well matched each bringing our particular strength to the game and spots where we may have to help each other out of a tough spot, encouraging and strategizing – consoling – spurring one another on.

So like birthing.  So like marriage.  So like the game of life.

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Writer Retreat

On my self imposed two week stay-at-home retreat to write I’ve been compelled and inspired to work through a book by Joyce Y. Li called Reimagine Your Retirement.  Joyce provides a downloadable workbook so I’ve been faithfully answering the questions after a completed read chapter. I’ve a long ways until finished and the material is giving me plenty to think and write about even though it wasn’t what I had originally set out to do.  Check out her blog at http://www.fullnessoflife.com/blog

In the midst of contemplation of retirement years and what may be produced from/by/out of me beyond sitting around on a couch wondering what to do, I’ve been busy in the think, pray, plan, dream stage and playing (of course) Pickleball plus doing my training runs – have finally been able to get back to running again after an ankle injury, via Kintec run clinic (working up to a 5km run – plenty for ole me).

Then I escaped the self imposed pressure to write and had a great day trip across the border from Canada into the U.S…and me being me, with a lousy sense of direction I headed off after a morning cruise through Birch Bay, near Blaine which is near the border, to go and have lunch in Lyndon.  It is a pretty simple drive but I managed to turn it into a major scenic tour seeing several sides of outlying areas of Lyndon a couple of times as I drove in wide circles but not actually get to the heart of where I wanted to be for well, a lot longer than had been anticipated.

I had printed myself some directions (because I know me),  tried to follow the verbal and hand pointing by two local teens and then finally when I was on the correct street but heading totally in the opposite way, a kind postal employee set me on the right path.

I had a lovely lunch….considered calling it a day but no, I was on a mission – avoiding writing.

On route to my next location sleepy eyes encouraged me to pull into a rest area and take a nap.  Really, I did this.  It reminded me of our family of four many years ago and travel trips back and forth from Canada to California, how we’d slide into a rest stop and sleep for a short while before continuing.

The rest of the late afternoon and into the evening was happily ‘spent’ leaving cash in several stores in an Outlet Mall.

I even did a return trek to one of the stores to reconsider – well, truthfully, to purchase another item.  However, in between the first and second in store adventure I bought dinner, had it placed in a to-go container, put in a bag and carefully balanced it in the middle.

Why I did not stop long enough to sit and eat baffles me.

In all my excitement of getting that last item of clothing, I noticed my food container had tipped.  I tried leveling it again, while lugging my other two bags, get money out and keep up the ongoing conversation with my now two customer representative friends.  We’d had a lot to converse about on the first trip in to the store so we carried on the chat when they saw me come in again.

I plunked the food bag on the counter, other bags on the floor, my purse on the counter, then noticed and casually mentioned, “Oh, my dinner is leaking” as I spotted wet red stuff in first one location all over the food bag, and then another location, all down the front counter wall, and another, inside my other bags of brand new clothing – one of them being a white collared polo shirt for my husband.

I heard my mouth talking and wished I’d shut up but on I blabbered, “Oh, and it’s tomato sauce too – I will have to wash that right away,” all of us knowing I am hours from home.  The sauce will be well set by then.

Out come the wipes, with repeated swipes down the wall and over the counter where my food had been, was given new bags for all my other purchases – the soiled white shirt placed carefully in its own spot so as not to contaminate anything else, all the while chatting with the lovely ladies who went beyond their call of duty for the day.  Pretty sure they wanted me out of their store with my meal before I caused any more damage with my wild flinging of food.

After quickly stuffing dinner into me, what was left of it, I drove off toward home, literally into the sunset quite smug with myself, for my day of adventure and the success of no writing.

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Life and Death and Respect

I’ve shared in some life altering experiences in the past several months that have both closed me up inside so I can reflect and opened me up to live life fully so I don’t miss the purpose of my being here.  I want to tell the whole story yet feel resistant so others are protected because it isn’t just about me.

I now understand the conflict within when writing memoir, the unwillingness to expose, hurt or make public that which may cause problems relationally while at the same time story within keeps banging the ‘walls’ to come out.

Thus, I have not been writing.  I’ve been walking, running, playing Pickleball and sitting staring into space. Even my journal hasn’t seen much of me.  A big rolling ball of words have been stuck inside waiting for the right moment to spit out into story form.  For now it is titles and opening lines.

A friends elderly father passed away and I was honored to be a small part of this journey for his last month at home.  A daughters love and respect for her father is forever imprinted on my heart.

An extended family member – a young man, died suddenly. His funeral was both terribly sad yet filled with life, stories of his life and what God can do with it, if one lets that happen.

On a gym floor, a man drops with a heart attack and I am there. The staff put their training to action. I see, hear, react and act. I become part of a team and watch a wonder woman give life giving support. I pray.

The AED machine is used. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automated_external_defibrillator)

Medical help arrives.  Today this man lives.

I have three and a half hours of training, then three days of work for Elections BC, in care homes which gives its residents the right to vote. For many this is the end of life and I am left confused with the blur of walkers, wheelchairs, happy or grumpy greetings and in some cases questions of ‘why am I here?’

Indeed…this is my question too.    Life and death and death and life – speaking to me.

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Pearls for the Girls

Recycled Pearl Necklace

Recycled Pearl Necklace

A great surprise for me this past December was discovering a creative talent in a fellow Pickleball player when he showed me pictures via his phone, of some necklaces he had crafted out of recycled ‘bits’, stones and beads etc,  that he’d picked up.  Using silver wire as the link to pull it all together which he carefully twisted into tiny designs of loops he managed to create some lovely jewelry.

While admiring his craft my mind looped over to my home jewelry box which contained an unused pearl necklace so I pondered out loud and drew him into my visual idea of creating two bracelets.  I gave him a couple of ideas and being the artist creative type that he is,  he agreed to try out the project.

The next time I saw my friend my pearl necklace was handed over and off he went.  I thought it may take weeks to put the bracelets together but within 24 hours I was shown one of the designed pieces, complete with a Turquoise stone he had laying around in his supply stash of jewels.  Within a couple more days I had both bracelets in hand.

These bracelets became two surprise gifts in Christmas stockings – something special for two special ladies in my family.

If anyone is interested in having a jewelry piece created or redesigned please respond via this blog and I will pass on your name and contact info to my friend who has given me permission to post this blog.

Logistics of location, postage, etc…will have to be decided upon between artist and purchaser.  I’m a writer, not usually considered a salesperson, however, the above picture may lure you in as my friend’s phone photo of his handiwork stirred up my own artistic mind.

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