reflections
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
My interview with Shelagh Rogers
I’ve been getting lots of requests for a link to my interview with Shelagh Rogers on Sounds Like Canada on CBC Radio. Here’s a recording of it from the CBC website. You’ll need Real Player to listen to it.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
in Motion
Hello friends, family and community. I would like to take this opportunity to bring you all up-to-date on where I’ve been, what I’ve been doing and to apologize for not communicating for so long. The last time I wrote a weblog was back in January just before the anniversary date of my injury. After that date I had a lot of trepidation around the event and wasn’t sure how to write about it, nor in some ways what to do with the feelings. Granted, I’ve had a lot of time since then, to inform and maintain lines of communication, however life is full for me and my focus and available time has changed.
I remember at some point awhile back expressing to all of you that I believe there are no accidents and that for some divine reason and purpose I’ve been put into this situation. As difficult as it is, I still hold that perception, and am finding more and more enacting examples of this truth as I go. I have found myself to be very busy with a number of personal projects, as well as some which relate to persons with spinal cord injury. I have become involved in many significant movements relating to this realm, at this time.
Monday, December 20, 2004
The gift of receiving
Lying in my bed last week in the wee hours of the morning, I was inspired and moved as I am often, by the gifts of overflowing love and kindness that has come my/our way through the incident of a seeming tragedy. The rare quiet that surrounded the apartment paled against my minds activity as my consciousness danced with streams of thoughts and feelings in relation to what has happened to me, how it has changed me and subsequently those connected to me. How I feel due to all of this and what if any, conclusions I might draw.
In these timeless moments I will curiously observe as my intellect and intuition begin to merge, and a tapestry of insight and understanding takes form. For all of us, I think there is a desire to make sense of our lives, to comprehend the struggles, to make peace with our demons and to find a place, which has meaning, resolve and validation. I’m sure many of you can relate to similar moments I describe above: walks in nature, yoga practice, meditation or savasna, helping another etc. as special opportunities, where prayer, quiet and receptivity allow for the wisdom and insights of the Divine to flow in. What came to me in this particular instance was the profundity of receptivity and how receptivity relates so intimately with love, acceptance and the ability to be in the moment.
Friday, December 17, 2004
Christmas Blessings
CHRISTMAS, 2004
For the Fetterly family this year has been dominated by Mary-Jo’s skiing accident last January. Her broken neck has left her paralysed from the chest down. Eight months of intensive rehabilitation at Vancouver’s G.F. Strong Rehab Hospital and with total commitment and dedication on her part, she has regained mobility in her shoulders, arms and wrists. She is now living in an apartment in Vancouver with her two daughters, Amanda and Katelyn and getting on with her new life. She has even resumed teaching her beloved Yoga classes from her wheelchair. Her indomitable spirit of courage and acceptance has touched all who come in contact with her. Her website www mary-jo.com is an information pipeline for updated news, with eloquent web logs posted by daughter Amanda and by Mary-Jo.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
It is written.
To give you some very honest glimpses…
It has been seasons since I have written. What was once a therapy and release is now in the distance of my past. I find myself embraced by the dense Vancouver moisture, with no hope of a snowflake, and sun many months ahead. Sitting here looking back on my previous statement about weather I realize my propensity as of late to divulge in things of less meaning. Do you really care how the Vancouver weather is? I am sure if it was a prevalent issue in your life you could pick up a copy of the Province. It is a way for me to touch base with you on a candid basis. The way we touch base with each other 97% of our lives. We all know what the weather is like. Fabulous somedays’, depressing on others, its never predictable. The Weather in certain aspects could be compared to the nature of the mind. Lets break down the barriers of sun and rain. Lets look at what’s beneath the surface of our worlds.
To give you some very honest glimpses…
In August things changed at GF strong. I was getting worn out; tired of the bells and nurses but maybe even more tired of having to face a reality that was so emotionally trying everyday. I was MJ’s right hand gal. The caretaker in me loved it. And the martyr loved it even more. I would complain, but refuse help.
To give you some very honest glimpses…
It has been seasons since I have written. What was once a therapy and release is now in the distance of my past. I find myself embraced by the dense Vancouver moisture, with no hope of a snowflake, and sun many months ahead. Sitting here looking back on my previous statement about weather I realize my propensity as of late to divulge in things of less meaning. Do you really care how the Vancouver weather is? I am sure if it was a prevalent issue in your life you could pick up a copy of the Province. It is a way for me to touch base with you on a candid basis. The way we touch base with each other 97% of our lives. We all know what the weather is like. Fabulous somedays’, depressing on others, its never predictable. The Weather in certain aspects could be compared to the nature of the mind. Lets break down the barriers of sun and rain. Lets look at what’s beneath the surface of our worlds.
To give you some very honest glimpses…
In August things changed at GF strong. I was getting worn out; tired of the bells and nurses but maybe even more tired of having to face a reality that was so emotionally trying everyday. I was MJ’s right hand gal. The caretaker in me loved it. And the martyr loved it even more. I would complain, but refuse help.
