Monday, August 24, 2020

Nepal maybe?


As many of you are aware, I will sometime have the pleasure and delight of accompanying my daughter and her family to Nepal. I will be helping them settle in, I will be comforting myself with the knowledge of where they are, what their home will look like and so many more aspects of experiencing with them the new world they will find themselves.

Then I will go home and be able to remember.

My ticket was booked for early June.

The pandemic, the global pandemic arrived in March. Long before the ticket was to be shown at the airport or the seat claimed, even before the bags were packed the refund for the ticket showed up in our bank account. I would not be going to Nepal in June.

With so many of you,my world,my daughters world,each one of my daughter's worlds changed. The goodbye celebrations,the family celebrations,the trip to Europe were all cancelled.

None of us have been in a plane, none of us have been able to hug our beloved family members who live in Indiana. We have not travelled to Edmonton this summer. The children have not been to school. We wear masks. Last week two daughters and their families came to our home in Collingwood. Oh what fun we had, oh how we missed those who could not join us because of a closed border.

The planning has begun again for my trip to Nepal, maybe the Nepal border will open on August 17. Maybe I will fly with the family who is going to work and live and learn in Nepal for the next 5 years. They have left their home, they are living in a borrowed apartment. They have tried momos, the children love them and are eager to try the food, and learn the language. The three year old calls watermelon tarabuja.

I have an airline ticket. Perhaps I will get another refund. Perhaps I will fly soon, stay tuned.

Today is August 19. Today was the day for the flight. Today we are not flying to Nepal. Nepal's borders are closed. I hope and pray the young family I am going to/was going to/ might accompany can go soon. I hope they can get settled in their home soon. In the meantime they have begun a blog it is entitled Home in Motion (knafziger.wixsite.com/website) My son in law and daughter are both great writers. Check it out if you are interested.

Soon, perhaps I will begin a new blog. It is set up. It is on Wordpress
 It is called https://gloriafernmuses.wordpress.com/.   The blog is travelling gg (as many of you know one of my primary identities in these days is that of grandma gloria (gg)

and yes if you are noticing it is no longer August 19. 

I am not good at setting up new blogsites, or adapting to old platforms that get changed,  I am fortunate to have daughters and partners and friends who help me.   Thanks to them all and because of them I am certain that my new blog will be up before I fly to Nepal,

And so for now goodbye to Blogger and blogspot. My journey continues the improbable has become probable and the musings continue.

Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Unjournied

A ticket no longer means a trip
a plan no longer means an event
 A calendar no longer details a date
 a restaurant no longer feels inviting
 A movie theatre no longer offers a blockbuster
 a gallery no longer calls me in
A dining room no longer set for guests
 the odometer no longer speaks
the language of distance

I travel valleys, flower scented with possibilities beauty 
over hills and discover more hills,
some transformed into mountains of impossible passage
 swim across clear blue waters and swamps,
 cycle against headwinds into dreams

 gloria fern August 2020

Tuesday, August 4, 2020

A Month

Yesterday’s yesterday it was July,  a summer
month is Canada,   we  were swimming in the bay
my restorative home in these months of warmth,

the sidewalks filling with people coming to
enjoy the waters lapping on shorelines, the  breezes
blowing through trees, to escape the still city sounds,

cars filled with longing  seeking space by orange
pylons you are not welcome in this space,
or this place as the earth called forth welcome,

the holiday weekend had arrived, will it someday
be recognized as emancipation weekend,  and when it
is,  how will its meaning be understood?

today the rains have stopped falling, the birds are
singing as the thunder echos in the background,
the trees wave gently, the breeze refreshes

we have had a partial family visit, we have opened 
and yet our gathering is incomplete as our beloveds live
south of covid border line and perhaps soon 

some will be across the ocean while pool and lake waters
lap on shores familiar waving hearts  and I  wonder when
will this end?   and I wonder when will  what end?

beginning constant beginnings and endings and another month
has passed and I am packing my bag, maybe I will travel

certain uncertainty  a hallmark of  seasons, months passage.