1. Mary Lou van Schaik

    Risking delight

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    Midsummer. Mid-afternoon. Lounging outside under the trees. After several days of sweltering heat and humidity, cooler air fans deliciously across my skin. Cicadas zing, blue jay nestlings wheeze like an infant’s toy cushion, a squirrel slithers and leaps from branch to branch. Above, fairy tale cumulus sail across the smooth...
  2. Mary Lou van Schaik

    An examination of conscience

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    “I saw color (theirs). I just didn’t see mine.” So wrote my friend Wendy in White Girl, her searingly honest blog post on being white. More than a year ago, when she and I first began talking about race, I assumed that we in Canada didn’t have the same degree...
  3. Mary Lou van Schaik

    Praise the loaf

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    Six weeks into the COVID-19 lockdown and we’re all baking sourdough bread. What’s with this? I realize that bread is the ultimate comfort food, that it engages all the senses, that there’s nothing like the smell and taste of homemade bread just out of the oven. But why sourdough? Why...
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    All together in a sudden strangeness

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    For some time now, I’ve been easing into a slower pace, nourishing “my hermit soul” through contemplation and solitude. I never imagined that hermiting would suddenly become the norm: millions upon millions around the world hunkered down, sheltering in place. In this extraordinary moment in human history, we are finally...
  5. Mary Lou van Schaik

    The peace of snow

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    Time for a walk! So urged my body. Hauling myself off the couch, I donned coat, boots, hat and mitts, and stepped outside into the cold fresh air. Pellet-like rain was falling, undecided whether or not to turn to snow. Impulse led me to walk up an old tarred trail...
  6. Mary Lou van Schaik

    Lost, humbled, and found

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    December 20, 2019 The big day has arrived: tonight, I will perform at my piano teacher’s Christmas recital. My two pieces include the second movement of Beethoven’s Pathétique Sonata, the “Adagio Cantabile,” along with an early 20th century romantic piece, “A Hermit Thrush at Eve,” by the American woman composer...
  7. Mary Lou van Schaik

    Who’s in charge?

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    All my life I’ve been blessed with a strong, healthy body: able to move easily, able to play piano or knit for hours on end. In fact, I’ve always felt in control of my body, expecting it to obey my commands to do what I want, when I want. Recently,...
  8. Mary Lou van Schaik

    Content to be human and to shine

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    In my small village, I am known as the local Poetry Troubadour, the person who speaks poems by heart. A curious thing happens when I speak poems, whether to one person or 100. All performance nerves vanish, and the poems flow through me without effort or self-consciousness. Even mistakes –...
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    Beauty in waiting

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    “D’you want to see my latest project?” my friend Beate asked me. She walked over to a small table in a corner of the room. On it stood a mesh cage, about 3 feet tall and 2 feet deep with a long zippered opening on one of the side panels....
  10. Mary Lou van Schaik

    Live in truth with who I am

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    I’ve just returned from my second week-long retreat on the subject of death. That may sound morbid; it was anything but. (I wrote about the first one in an earlier post, What is left when you let go?) Once again, masterfully led by my spiritual teacher Kim Rosen, we examined...