Earth Day and The New Reality of April Showers

A few years ago, I wrote about April showers as a time for inspiration and poetry.  I even posted a reminder on face book this year to look up some favorite poets.  But sadly spring rains are now also a reminder of  climate change.  In my case, it is ground water that has risen faster this year than in the past because of a mild winter that produced regular rain storms, not snow,  as soon as February.

 

I remember growing up in northeast Detroit and heeding tornado sirens that warned us on occasion to wait for the all clear in the basement cellar;  luckily the storms always moved past the city – and I never remember running to the cellar during a rainstorm. Now almost any spring storm sends me to the basement to check water levels around my sump pump.  I realize that I remain lucky compared to the millions in the direct  path of tornadoes across the Midwest and south.  Still I miss the youthful innocence that loved the idea of spring showers and never felt threatened.

 

I watched Bill Nye, the Science Guy, appear on national television during Earth Day coverage this year to show us how global warming is really, really seriously damaging our oceans and lakes and threatening our future even beyond destructive storms.  I believe him and worry that our legislators don’t seem to believe in science.  Oh, for the days of Gene Kelly, dancing through the streets in a rainstorm,  rejoicing in the downpour!  Still,  I continue to love spring poems and even believe it’s not too late to reduce climate change!

 

My Rockefeller Spruce

Among the great things about my quiet Condo community are the trees.  There are many varieties, but  I  especially fell in love with a Colorado blue spruce.  It was near my back deck, standing tall and majestic, and I often marveled that it was beautiful enough to stand in Rockefeller Center.  I once read that the Center‘s head gardener scouts holiday trees from communities in the northeast and beyond – and often thought what a great honor that must be.

 

With that memory stuck in my mind, I nicknamed the spruce my Rockefeller tree, as a tribute to all the years I spent in New York City, most in Brooklyn,  and how I still adore visiting Rockefeller Center around the holidays.  Of course, it could never be donated because it belonged to the Condo Association, but that was a minor point.  It was nestled close to two other spruce trees and created a sheltering feeling.

 

In early March, a hundred year wind storm took down my beloved spruce – while sparing its partners. Yet in a small miracle, I found the spruce nestled against a bare ash tree on the other side of the fence,with its roots pulled up.  There was no collateral damage anywhere. The tree seemed at peace.   I will consider that final act  to be confirmation that it was indeed “magical,” protected by a neighboring tree even in its final days .

 

The crew cutting up the fallen spuce saved a round hunk of its trunk for me at my request.  I  was very sad that last morning,  but also finally accepting  such a sudden, spectacular ending.  I will miss my Rockefeller tree!

My “Small Town” Canadian Family

The series “The Gilmore Girls” was recently revived on Netflex – and GIs were interviewed  on the national news saying the series represented the kind of small town life they felt represented the best of America.  I recently drove to Brigden, Ontario Canada with my brother Bill for a family funeral – a town that in my memory felt like Stars Hollow.  (And yes, my mother’s Slovak parents had a farm near Vassar, Michigan that was also a small town haven, but that’s another blog!) My Aunt Mary Jane passed away at 93 in a London, Ont. long term care home and was my late father’s youngest sister – only one more older sister survives now in Florida.

Brigden is  less than a  two hour drive from the northern Detroit suburbs,  with the option to take the Bluewater ferry at Marine City or drive farther north to the Bluewater Bridge at Sarnia.  We lucked out and got to the ferry right before it left, then drove up the region’s pastoral roads. Continue reading

Creating Peace on Earth with a Song…

Let there be peace on earth

And let it begin with me…

I’ve always been inspired by the song “Let There be Peace on Earth,” but I knew I had to share my passion when I discovered after some research that it was written in 1955 for an International Children’s Choir that had been created in Long Beach, CA.  The song still is performed by children’s choirs around the world, especially during the year-end holiday season.*

I’ve long concluded that maybe we can’t stop the wars and violence everywhere, but I am glad that, through this song, children remain the conscience of the world and remind us that striving for solutions to bring about a more peaceful world each year and each decade is our collective responsibility. Continue reading

Dreaming of a Healthier Vision for Home Care

Back last year when my niece Dr. Linda Holland first started implementing her dream of a new vision for home care that focused on chiropractic principles, I was one of her most excited team members.

I have always been an advocate of holistic health, first seeing the direct link between health and diet when I joined  the Flatbush Food Coop in Brooklyn and switched my diet.  I watched my health improve steadily and had the opportunity to learn more about alternative medicine as well. 

Now I have the opportunity to help Dr. Holland educate the public in Michigan on how current practices in home care for the elderly can be improved if we apply the same chiropractic principles that she has seen improve the lives of her patients of all ages.  I started by getting certified as a home health aide so I could write more knowledgably about the subject and therefore be more effective as an advocate.

I encourage everyone to learn more about this new approach by visiting the Bridgeview Home Care site and reading the blogs at http://www.bridgeviewhomehealthcare.com/ , especially if you are currently helping elderly parents or other relatives. 

As Summer Ends, a Reminder on the Importance of Vacation

I saw a posting on linkedin recently that focused on “5 Genius Ways to Avoid the Post-vacation Blues,”  (thanks for posting it, Pat Ahaesy).

The article reminded me that some of us need to recover from the stress of a lack of a summertime vacation – much more unhealthy than post-vacation blues!!  I’ve always loved summer, but this is the first year I can remember that I didn’t really take off more than an occasional day designed to focus  entirely on relaxation.  Not nearly enough.

I only made a resolution to change my behavior when bad judgement from fatigue resulted in a leg injury – luckily minor, but painful.  I realized that my body was stressed and craving a break and I had ignored it.  So I am issuing a warning to others to recognize your needs  for a true vacation, even a few days,  to renew your energy and your spirits.

It’s not selfish — your health may depend on  it!  Benefits include a decreased risk of heart disease,  depression, less stress and improved productivity.  And If you are guilty of sometimes skipping vacations in any season,  here’s more information on the health benefits you are missing  – Healthnet.