I’m feeling a little reflective tonight. And once reflective, I write. It’s what happens. I’m close enough to enjoying the deposit of my pension into my bank account, as well, that I stopped off and bought myself a bottle of wine, so I’m sipping a glass, gratefully…and that also causes me to write. I anticipate that very soon my go-to medium will be paint…but for tonight, this is awesome.
As for the reflection…
When someone gets physically ill, friends swoop in to help. Sometimes meals are prepared or sometimes a person drops in for a visit. There is evidence of injury or illness and it is apparent that that someone might need support. The last while, I’ve suffered a different sort of illness…I’ve had a lot of struggle and as yet, I don’t even know how to describe it. But, I’ve not been well. I don’t think that the people I encounter in my day can even see it. It rides beneath the surface, though, of pretty much everything.
But, enough of that…
What I want to do through this writing is to acknowledge one person who sat with me through this time….there were others and I am so grateful to them…but tonight, I want to write about Pat. For one, I know she will read this post. Not many will. That’s okay. In 2005, I began to write on a whim…never guessing that 13 years later, I would still be doing this. I didn’t set up a blog with the intention of being read, but rather for a place to write.
About Patricia…Pat has this remarkable way of loving others…of genuinely caring for them. Her love is not of the sentimental variety, but rather that of a reliable friend. Her friendship is not easy to describe, but as a single woman in a sometimes-tough world, I’ve been able to now track back through years where Pat has been a support to me. She has never abandoned me. It’s as though, at times, I’m sitting on a chair in the center of a room, with my nose cut off….everyone else is thinking it’s weird or ugly or distasteful and so they pull away…but, not Pat. She’s there. She’s staring right at my face, where my nose once was, and she is caring and kind and present…present, when many others face outward and away from me. I wanted to begin this writing, about Doors Open YYC…by announcing my gratitude for Pat.
Her kindness has appeared in a package of home made cookies, wrapped up…just enough for my son and me. It has been in the form of invitations, even when I could not muster up the means to respond or accept or sometimes, to get out. It has been in the chatty drives…chats about everything but the big grey cloud that seems to hover over me. Like the cut off nose, Pat chooses to look through the grey cloud…I know she can see it, but it is such a relief to have the darkness pushed away with the gentle stories of a friend. There are countless acts of kindness that I could mention, but suffice it to say that I aspire to be more like Pat in the world. I will always be appreciative of Pat’s generous heart.
Recently I received one of Pat’s invitations via e-mail, to do a day of Doors Open YYC. I would have Pat all to myself and I thought, “What could be more wonderful?” And so we went…
…and I enjoyed every moment!
On our list of destinations…Aleppo Soap , the Calgary Buddhist Temple and Fiasco Gelato. As I reflect upon the magic of the day, I have to say that the three locations we visited this year, were all about healing, kindness and strength of character.
First stop, Aleppo Soap is a business established and grown successfully by Syrian newcomers.
“Before Sabouni fled Syria, his soap factory was destroyed. His family spent time in Jordan before coming to Canada, where he tried to start the business again, but it wasn’t a success.
Now, he’s grateful he, his wife, and four children — his youngest son was born in Canada last year — have a chance for a fresh start.
“The Canadians come to support us, make me so happy … I want to say thank you Canada because I am grateful because it gives me and my family a new chance,” he said.”
We enjoyed a lovely tour of the soap factory and Pat and I both purchased some products afterwards. The soap is so exceptionally beautiful. There was, in the context of Aleppo, pride, generosity and hospitality. I was so happy to see this venue well-attended by Calgarians. I am in awe of the courage and hard work of the folk who have manifested their vision here in Canada.
Next, we headed for the Bridgeland area and enjoyed the hospitality of a Buddhist Priest at the Calgary Buddhist Temple. Again, we were given a brief history and a simple explanation of the rituals, bell ringing and chants. I found the temple to be very beautiful in its simplicity. Those responsible for the tour were very generous with their time and reflections.
“The Jodo Shinshu school of Buddhism was founded by Shinran, a monk who lived in Japan in the 13th century. Jodo Shinshu means “true essence of Pure Land Buddhism” (or, literally: Jodo, meaning Pure Land or realm; Shin, meaning True; and Shu, meaning religion).”
Finally, we headed for Fiasco Gelato! This was a very popular tour! Fiasco Gelato is a story all on its own! I was amazed by this place and really suggest that if you haven’t made a stop at the store, that you do! What a positive approach to business. Things haven’t come easy for the visionaries behind this place, but they have persisted and have created an amazing place…a great product…and a community-engaged enterprise. They have built something that matters!
“Fiasco is built on empowerment, innovation, forward thinking, strong relationships, passion, and the best customer experience. We are people focused and so little of what we do here day to day has to do with our product and more about doing great work and making people happy. We are here to do things differently, think differently and challenge the norm. We want people to be the best versions of themselves and think in terms of work and life blending together rather than segregating from each other.”
All three venues explored by Pat and I were places that nourish the spirit and sooth the soul. The day could not have been better! As I dipped into my container of Passionfruit Lemonade Gelato last evening, I was thinking back on how blessed we are in our city…how blessed I am. I hope that every person who feels weary or sad or overcome with difficulties, grief or illness will find, in their lives, some one who is kind. I have that in my life.
Hi Kath. Thought I had posted a comment this am but must have not pressed the post comment button. Ill write again as I dont see it here.
Couldnt respond last night to your blog as i was choked up with your kind words. I always enjoy our excursions to see things in our city and countryside. And you know how much I admire your multitude of talents and interests.
Feeling achey today as I pruned one tree and dug out the root of my rose bush and fertilized the lawns. So enjoying the soft rain today. As I look out there are still flowers in bloom but marvelous colors of orange, yellow and red as the trees and perennials show their fall colors. And glad there is no strong wind to blow them to the ground.
Thankyou for being a friend! and one who is happy to take part in activities. Take care, Pat