Five Simple Practices to Make Time Your Ally

Time flows on, regardless of our attempts to hold it back. But what if, instead of resisting the changes time inevitably brings, we made time our ally in creating the life we desire?

Here are five simple practices you can incorporate into your daily living to make time your ally.

  1. Your Body Knows Best:  Listen to it. Heed your inner wisdom so your choices align with your overall well-being.

Several years ago, I ignored the swelling in the back of my knee, the one with the ACL I tore many years ago. I kept dancing. And then, it ballooned out like a puffer fish. Had I stopped, asked my body what it needed and listened to its response, I might have avoided being rushed to emergency to have it drained.

“Ask yourself: ‘What am I feeling right now? Tiredness? Joy? A quiet nudge in a certain direction?'” – and then listen for the answers. Don’t rush them. Just listen.

Taking time to hear your body creates a deeper mind/body connection, allowing you to move beyond purely emotional responses.

  1. Embrace Imperfection: Time is our ally because it allows for growth and change. We don’t have to get everything right immediately. Mistakes are part of the journey. Just as there is no perfect way to write a book or paint a portrait, there is no perfect path to living and aging. There is only the path you are on.

When I worked in a homeless shelter, I taught a personal development course to individuals striving to re-enter the workforce. “What if I don’t get it right,” one individual asked when contemplating which basic certificate to take first to obtain his license to drive a forklift. “Do you have any of the necessary courses?” I asked. “No,” they replied. “Then whatever course you take will bring you one step closer to your goal.” They signed up for a course and then another until one day, they proudly came to see me to say they’d got a job in a warehouse driving a forklift.

Embracing imperfection allows for grace to walk with you, no matter how or where you’re going.

  1. Practice Presence: Instead of dwelling on the past or worrying about the future, find joy in the now.

Every day, as I walk the familiar shoreline of our island, I see something new. Each discovery brings me joy.

Remember, there is beauty in every moment, in the everyday wonders that surround us. Savour the beauty all around you, look for small and big miracles everywhere and allow the past to lay in peace. The future is a mystery yet to be discovered. Live in the miracle of now.

  1. Cultivate Curiosity: Always be a student of life. Time provides endless opportunities to learn and explore. This keeps us engaged and our minds sharp.

As a mixed media artist, curiosity is an essential ingredient in everything I create. As I work on a piece I always ask myself, “I wonder what would happen if… [I did this] [added that]. Always I am surprised and pleased with my wonderment.

Let yourself be surprised by life.

  1. Forgive yourself and others: Holding onto grudges and regrets steals precious time and energy. It also clouds your joy and your relationships.

My mother and I had a strained relationship. I wanted her to be the mother of my dreams. She could only be the mother she was. I struggled to simply be present with her until I finally worked with a therapist on forgiveness. In forgiveness, I became the daughter she wanted. I no longer made waves or asked challenging questions about the past; questions she did not want to answer. In my decision to forgive her, without having to involve or tell her, our relationship became less strained and I felt more peaceful.

Forgiveness liberates us to move forward.

What about you? What’s one way you can listen to your body’s wisdom today? Or a step you can take towards a long-held dream?

A Poem for Solstice

The Return of the Light
by Louise Gallagher

As the light begins its slow return
and the earth tilts
her body weary of long nights
spent yearning
for the freedom
to slip away
from the longest night,
behind the billowing clouds
gathered upon the horizon
the sun gathers strength
to rise above our fear
the light will not return.

We stand upon the precipice
of Solstice,
leaning tentatively
into the edge of hope,
holding back
in fear
the air will still be thick with shadows
and the questions
we cannot answer.

Will the sun rise
to pierce the frosty air?
Will the moon and stars give way
releasing this brand new day
to a world free of the chaos and pain
of whispered threats and shattered hopes,
of long nights spent
dreaming of the sun's warmth
returning
to kiss our skin
and awaken us from dreaming?

Will the earth continue its orbit around the sun
and the moon to reflect its light
so we can see daylight at the end
of this darkest night?

When will we choose to release our fears
and step, unencumbered
into this brand new day
knowing
the celestial dance of time
is beyond our control?

When will we recognize
the steps we take
to navigate
darkness and light
are all we have
to measure our progress
as we journey each year
around the sun.

Self-Care Starts with the Truth: Why Putting Yourself First Isn’t Selfish

Have you ever felt responsible for smoothing over someone else’s bad behavior? Like it was your job to absorb their negativity, apologize for their actions, or pretend everything was okay when it really wasn’t – but for the sake of ‘peace’, you smiled and carried on as if your feelings were not important?

I have. For too long, I carried the weight of other people’s “stuff,” their unresolved issues, their emotional storms. I thought that by being understanding, accommodating, and forgiving, I was somehow being a “good” person. But in reality, I was neglecting the most important person in the equation: myself.

What I’ve come to realize is that true self-care begins with honouring my own truth. It means recognizing that I am not responsible for other people’s feelings or actions, and that it’s not my job to fix them, o rmake them feel better about having acted poorly. True self-care means setting clear boundaries of what is, and isn’t, okay in my life, speaking my truth, and refusing to compromise my own well-being for the sake of others.

This doesn’t mean I’ve become cold or uncaring. Quite the opposite. By prioritizing my own needs and staying true to myself, I have more energy and compassion to offer others. But it’s a conscious choice now, not a default setting.

The Harm of Self-Neglect

When we consistently put others’ needs before our own, we engage in a subtle form of self-harm. We diminish our own worth, silence our inner voice, and create a breeding ground for resentment and frustration. This can manifest in many ways:

  • Emotional exhaustion: Constantly absorbing other people’s negativity can drain us, leaving us feeling depleted and overwhelmed.
  • Physical symptoms: Stress, anxiety, and suppressed emotions can take a toll on our physical health.
  • Strained relationships: Resentment can build when we feel taken advantage of or unappreciated.
  • Self-loathing: In our silence and resentment, we leave ourselves at risk of losing our sense of self-worth, undermining our belief in our own voice and undervaluing our truth as we give more credencce to the nees of others.

The Power of Truth

Choosing truth means acknowledging our own feelings, needs, and boundaries. It means having the courage to say “no” when necessary, even if it disappoints others. It means recognizing that our worth is not dependent on others’ approval or validation.

This journey isn’t always easy. It requires self-awareness, courage, and a willingness to prioritize our own well-being. But the rewards are immeasurable. When we live in alignment with our truth, we experience a sense of freedom, authenticity, and inner peace that no one can take away.

Taking Action

Standing in our truth, releasing ourselves from the habit of making it okay for others to behave badly in our lives, asks us to recognize and acknowledge where we are behaving badly towards ourselves by accepting or enabling that bad behavior from others. It is a step-by-step process of deepening our understanding of our values and beliefs, learning to identify our emotional boundaries, and developing the courage to assert those boundaries.

It requires us to be brave, be honest, and to stay unattached to the outcome. This means accepting that we cannot control how others will react to our boundaries and focusing on the inner peace that comes from honouring our truth.

If, like me, you have had the habit of smoothing over conflicted emotions by focusing on ‘the other,’ here are a few steps you can take to start prioritizing your own well-being:

  • Identify your core values: What truly matters to you? What principles do you want to live by?
  • Recognize your emotional triggers: What situations or behaviors make you feel uncomfortable, resentful, or drained?
  • Track your habitual trigger-responses: When triggered, take a breath and ask yourself, ‘Will responding this way get me more, or less, of what I want in my life?’ This helps you become more conscious of your patterns and make choices that align with your goals.
  • Engage in self-compassion: Rather than beating yourself up for feeling triggered, focus on how you can respond differently to honour and promote your self-worth and respect.
  • Practice setting small boundaries: Start with saying “no” to small requests that don’t align with your needs or values.
  • Use “I” statements: Communicate your boundaries clearly and assertively, focusing on your own feelings and needs. (e.g., “I feel uncomfortable when…” or “I need some time to myself…”)”

Remember, self-care isn’t selfish. It’s an act of self-preservation, an essential step towards living a more authentic and fulfilling life.

For Jackie. Forever Young. Forever in Our Hearts

It is a year today since she took her last breath. A year of learning to live without her in our midst. Without her kindnesses and generosities. Without her laughter and caring ways. Without her phone calls and notes of gratitude. Without her.

It is a year today.

Love you Jackie. Always. You will be, Forever Young. Forever in Our Hearts.

I wrote this Benediction shortly after she passed over. It continues to bring me solace.

Benediction
by Louise Gallagher

And when the last breath is taken,
and the heart has beaten its final tattoo,
we stand in silent communion
wondering why, how can this be?

That the one who once laughed and sang slightly off-key,
and sipped a scotch with joyful anticipation,
and prepared delectable meals with endless love and grace,
How can their final breath be taken?
How can her heart, so strong and fiercely loving,
now be still?

There are no answers in death,
only the silence,
stretching endlessly into the vast unknown of the beyond,
beyond the breath,
beyond the heartbeats,
beyond the off-key notes and the savoured sip of scotch,
and the oven that no longer chimes to let her know
the meal she so thoughtfully prepared is ready to be placed upon the table,
set with sparkling crystal and flickering candlelight,
to welcome the guests she has gathered, to let them know,
through every act of kindness that she poured
into every morsel she served,
"I love you."

And when the last breath is taken,
and the heart has beaten its final rhythm,
we stand in silent communion
with the silence and the comfort of knowing
there are no more words that need be spoken,
for the final benediction she heard,
was simply, "I love you.”

Sunsets. Whales and Magic.

While the romance of ferry rides might fade, (though I doubt it) I know I’ll never tire of sunsets at the sea’s edge witnessing Mother Nature’s explosion of colours drawing the day closed.

Pure magic.

Nor will I ever lose my wonder at the sight of whales. Since moving to the island, I’ve yearned for this moment. Every day, there’s been a sighting, and every time, I’ve missed them.

This morning, my daughter in Vancouver called. “Whales at Orlebar Point!” she exclaimed. I grabbed my binoculars and rushed out onto the deck, but the sea was calm. “I’m going to the Point,” I told my grandchildren, who were watching excitedly on Facetime.

Ten minutes later, Beau and I stood on the rocks at Orlebar Point. A woman with a camera pointed towards the water. Suddenly, I saw them – immense bodies breaching the surface, water cascading like diamonds in sunlight. Their blows echoed across the water, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through me.

It is humbling to stand on the shore while mere meters away, giants slip gracefully through the water. The salty spray kissed my face as I listened to their breath escape with every undulating move. To witness such magnificence on a cloudy west coast day, just minutes from home, is beyond special.

It’s pure magic.

A House of Many Corners

We are a house of many corners.

There is the ‘Reading corner’ in our bedroom.

Each corner has a purpose. Yet still, within each purpose was the opportunity to shift. Evolve. Change.

Sometimes, there’s a dog on the napping chaise or sprawled across the couch. Sometimes, the reading corner chaise becomes the pack my suitcase corner. Sometimes, the corner’s are just empty spaces where no one sits, or rests, reads or writes or be’s.

Let’s sit awhile and have a chat corner

Yet still, each corner holds its space in time.

The ‘Put your shoes on’ corner in the entrance..

Sometimes, the space is created because the space was empty and needed to find its purpose or, a chair just fit perfectly and suddenly the corner’s purpose was found.

The ‘Time for a nap’ corner in the living room

It doesn’t matter what use the corner is put to, each corner held space for us, along with family and friends, to savour time. Alone. Together. Apart in the same house. Time to relax. To visit. To connect. To create. Dream. Concoct. Do. Become.

My ‘Creative Work Corner’

Time simply to be present within the moment and space without time or space demanding we be somewhere else, someone else as I explored my creative boundaries, pushing them out to fill spaces I’d never entered before. Spaces, that in their exploration, healing, growth, becoming unfolded with the grace and ease of the river flowing past.

‘I just need some alone time’ corner in the alcove at the bottom of the stairs

Life is filled with corners, straight roads and curves, bumps and potholes, alleys and detours.

In life, like the corners of our home, when we are willing to shift and change, adapt and adopt, embrace and reject the things that work and those that don’t, our path rises up to greet us with opportunities to rest and relax, sit awhile and visit, meditate and savour time alone, create and dream, do and become.

As we prepare to leave this home for another, I carry with me memories of how in each of these corners, magic awoke and I found myself once again embraced by this home we created together. This home that has held us so loving and joyfully for seven years.

Soon, it will hold others in its embrace as they create their own corners and spaces to be at home.

Fierce Grace

A meme circulating social media proclaims (and I paraphrase), “I don’t want to grow old with grace. I want mischief and mayhem.”

I wholeheartedly agree! Give me mischief and mayhem—as long as it’s expressed with grace.

And that’s the crux of it. We often take words, twist their meaning, and rally against not just the word but the very essence it embodies.

I do want to grow old with grace! But a fierce grace. A grace that embraces all my facets and expressions. A grace that allows me to fiercely claim my space, in whatever way I choose. I want to dance wildly, love fiercely, and devour every moment of life with gusto.

So let’s stop quibbling over semantics. Let’s start living—and aging—with a fierce, fiery, and fearless grace.

Shared Dreams: A Mother’s Love

When I became a mother, I was terrified. How could I be entrusted with such precious beings? How would I ever live up to their right to live and grow into their dreams? I had no idea how I would manage, or even if I could. But I took a breath, and every day I continued to breathe through the fear, the pain, the anxiety, and the absolute conviction that I was failing, again and again. Yet, in those breaths, I also found the joy, the love, the absolute miracle of motherhood.

There are moments where I surpassed even my own fears, where I rose to the challenges, and there were moments where I fell, hard. There were moments to celebrate and moments I regret. Yet, even in that regret, I know that being a mother to my daughters is the greatest challenge and joy I have ever faced. I do not regret one single moment of this journey.

Too often, while working at a family homeless shelter, I witnessed one of the most heartrending scenes—a mother arriving with her one-day-old infant in her arms. Despite the often overwhelming struggles with addiction and poverty, the mothers’ desires mirrored my own: to want only the best for their child. She, too, carried dreams for her newborn, a poignant reminder that the hopes we hold for our children bind us together, transcending circumstances.

Becoming a mother was transformative for me. Thanks to my two amazing daughters, I was gifted the opportunity to heal, grow, and evolve into the woman I am today. Being a mother is the daily choice to accept my fallibilities, to learn to love myself—beauty and beast, warts and wounds, wisdom—and to forgive myself and begin again to learn, grow, change, and expand, time and time again.

Every child, including you and me, has come into this world through a mother’s womb. This Mother’s Day, let us honour all the wombs that gave birth, and all the arms that held, soothed, and loved a child, whether from your womb or another’s. May today remind you of how precious, beautiful, loved, and loving you are. You are magnificent.

Thank you to my mother and her mother’s mothers for this gift of life. Thank you to my daughters for the gift of seeing myself through Love’s eyes.

Sir Beaumont – Master of the T-Bone

Hear ye, hear ye, gather around to hear the tale of Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle, a noble knight born into the whimsical fur of a Sheepadoodle, and his quest for the holy grail of meats, the T-Bone steak—a feast not provided by his most negligent hooman, Louise, but rather mysteriously bestowed by the cosmic courier service known as The Universe (delivered by a mysterious stranger, courtesy of a fan named Rod methinks)….

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