A Fear Examined

I’ve felt fear before

But not like this

Standing on a ledge

On a mountain

With spotty bits of snow about

Crusty, but glistening with an icy film

And my next calculated step

On the well-marked route

Was just a tad too far away

For my stumpy legs to go the distance

I gingerly sat down to ascertain what I might do

To get myself from here to there

No, going up looked perilous

I slowly slid my foot below

I felt soft snow, no stable place on which to stand

My foot recoiled

I did the thing one should not do

When perched above a precipice

I looked into the cavernous, rocky citadel

And wondered where I’d stop, if I did slip and fall

To what would be most probably my doom

I sensed my perch was not a place I could remain for long

My bottom didn’t feel too firmly planted

That’s when I knew the only thing that I could do

Was call for help

“I’m stuck,” I yelped

My gracious, long-legged friend came over in a hurry

He, gangly, gamely, climbed around me

Guiding me with hand and word

I put my knee upon that tricky ledge

He hoisted me to safety

If you can call it that

And here I am

Intact and comfy in my home

Still feeling disconcerted

About the drop that didn’t happen

About the day so full of friends, sunshine, and exertion

Writing a poem about a fear that came to naught

Just to get it out

Before I go out again

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Pics are taken by me from Mount Yamnuska, Alberta, Canada. Posts come out when I feel like it. 😀 Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Listen to my posts on Spotify. Follow me on Instagram. Take a peek at my Redbubble store: Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

Pass Me the Remote

Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re stupid, ugly, too young or too old, boring, undesirable, weak, incapable, useless, or crazy. Ignore them, distance yourself from them, for they don’t know you or care about you. Anyway, you do a more than adequate job of abusing yourself. You don’t need any help with that. 😉

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The Snowshoe Fiasco

Note from the Author: All of the pictures in my post today, with the exception of the Pixabay snowshoe picture, are of the hike I was on courtesy of George Mach, an exceptional photographer and friend.

I went hiking in the mountains on Saturday. My friend invited me to hike Spreading Ridge on the Icefields Parkway, the majestic, mountainous road linking Lake Louise and Jasper. There would be seven of us. I was told to bring cleats and snowshoes, as there would still be snow. Temperatures would range from +5 °C at the bottom to -5 °C at the top. It was a two hour drive from Calgary and as we travelled North, the landscape looked gradually more wintery. I’ve never been a huge fan of winter, but in the last number of years, I’ve tried to embrace it more, as it’s an inescapable reality in Canada. Continue reading “The Snowshoe Fiasco”

Mountains are for Climbing

Many of you know, if you’ve been reading my blog for awhile, that I struggle with an eating disorder. You can read more about that here. Lately, with the ongoing threat of Covid and the increased patient load at my workplace (you can read about what I do here), I’ve been succumbing to the urge to rapidly consume the contents of my cupboards, healthy or otherwise. I recently took the important step of booking an appointment to see a professional about my problem. I’ve always been a self-helper. Whenever my behaviours resulted in too many unpleasant outcomes, I would read widely on my issues and adopt new coping strategies. Often, this would produce small, lasting changes, but I’m finally ready to admit that I’ve done what I can and I need another’s perspective and guidance. Continue reading “Mountains are for Climbing”

Impervious: Pondering the Pandemic

Let fear dictate your path and there won’t be a path to dictate.

In 2019, we visited our neighboring province at the end of October. “Why on earth would you do that?” some may ask, as Saskatchewan is not known for being a vacation destination due to its austere scenery. We happened to be on our way back from Manitoba, where we attended a seminar for my husband’s work as a pastor. We decided to take a day and explore Regina. Even though it wasn’t very wintery where I live in Alberta, I decided to throw in my winter wear as a precaution. Canadians know that winter often shows up unannounced, without regard for your preparedness, especially when you’re still sporting shorts and flip flops. On that note, last winter I did something I haven’t done in 20 years. I bought a new winter coat and not just any winter coat, but the mother of all winter coats. It’s a burgundy puffer jacket with a faux-fur trimmed hood that effectively turns me into the lion king. My daughter has informed me that it makes my head look like a shriveled pea, not a very attractive thought, but, let me tell you, I put that baby on and go outside and, despite the cold, I still feel nearly, and delightfully, feverish. Continue reading “Impervious: Pondering the Pandemic”

Mushy, Gushy Spider

I don’t like spiders. I don’t care that they eat mosquitoes. I can kill my own mosquitoes. spider-452489_1280It’s their appearance that makes me half close an eye and shudder. I can’t even look at pictures without convulsing. They’re hideous from afar. Their supreme ugliness is comparable to the most beautiful flower. I don’t discriminate either; the hairy, hand-like Tarantula, the gawky Daddy Long Legs, the infamous, poisonous, big-bellied Black Widow, the nameless house spider with the chunky body and appendages that looks like it does steroids, the little one that jumps at you when you go in for the kill, I hate them all.
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