A shock of course, I was deeply invested in the position. It was a position of leadership and working not only with a staff, but also for a community. Quite a fulfilling job. No ill will finds my heart and while the loss left me emotional fragile, I will bootstrap and move on. As I’ve done in the past and will do again in the future.
The greatest heartbreak has been to leave behind the great people I worked with, we were a family, the loss of which is causing me deep grief.
It’s amazing how connected the self-esteem is to a job. Feelings of inadequacy, mixed with fear of not finding another position finds me often. But again, keep moving forward, keep shoving aside those dark notions and stay in the light, keep at it!
dark night of the soul
loss, termination, dissolution
gathers cynic’s row
to bestow their venom
break the spirit
dice, shred esteem
leaving one to reap
fragments of self
a patchwork of
anima + animus
bleeding ego and id
truth to self
Why do we have to go down this narrow minded, hate-filled, route of murky, divisive politics of us vs them, right vs left, Canadian vs Canadian? And how it’s always politicians (of all shades), who cause these silly divisions?
Yes, we have differing opinions and beliefs (Is this not what it means to be human?), but it doesn’t give anyone the right to be hateful and put their interest above others.
For so long Canada was a beacon in the world because of our acceptance of multiculturalism and the rainbows of humanity. But the politicians came along and tore this to shreds, believing it was the right thing to do.
My Canada is not perfect, but she is a place of enchantment and beauty and acceptance and inclusion. Let us, together, keep her that way.
shivering, wet winter’s
rippling, sharp gale
sheep graze, as I gaze
imagining life, here
place of reclamation, of
old masters, new impressionists
quiet life, here, wide fields lined
traced, in water
as a prairie child, westerly horizons,
only on quiet, clear moments
held faint, snow capped sentinels
lighting my imagination
dreams came, of monsters
thick forests, isolation, telling
conforming to my own
worn, aged, batter, weathered
graying temples, lengthening shadows
season’s stubborn aches bears
apprehension in change’s progress
solid, though it seems
fluid, interim, provisional it lies
in wait for a fateful battle