It has been almost two years since my husband and I were lured from the east coast to the economic prosperity of the west. We were warned Edmonton the largest Northern City in the world was cold. We laughed and wondered really? How cold could it get? After our second winter of -40 weather and snow at the end of May. I am beginning to understand why people refer to Edmonton as COLD!
I am an adaptable creature. But my patience with Mother Nature has waned. She is (excuses my language) A COCK TEASE! First she flirts with us giving us a week of scorching hot temperatures, and then has the audacity to torture us with cold wind and sleet on this lovely long weekend.
In my imaginary world my conversation would go as such with Mother Nature.
Mother Nature would come down from the heavens looking serene, holding her magic wand, ready to cast another torturous blast of cold snow. I would look at her and exclaim, “Who do you think you are?”
She would ask, “You can see me?”
“Yes! I can see you! What’s with this weather?”
“My wand is out of whack and it’s not working.”
“What do you mean your wand is whack? Not working? For God sakes you’re Mother Nature! I thought you controlled the weather?”
“Well! I had a fight with Hera, you know how jealous she gets over Zeus, and well she broke the tip of my wand.”
“You are telling me two grown goddesses got in a fight over an old man! And she broke your wand! Are you serious?”
“But my garden! My retaining wall! Do you know the havoc you are causing my life?”
“Ummm! It’s not havoc darling. It’s just weather. Suck it up!”
“Those are wise words from a goddess who broke her wand!”
It was at that moment she looked at me with rage, pointed her wand, and presto more snow appeared around my lovely garden of tulips. She then vanished into thin air. It is because of this imaginary conversation my sunny disposition has faded. I have turned into a bitter bitty! I look at the dark skies, cursing her, and waiting for the return of the sun.
Don’t get me wrong! I think Edmonton is a great city – wonderful little art scene, delish restaurants, and extremely family –oriented. But for me I ‘m beginning to think I miss my beaches, the predictable weather, and an early gardening season. It’s the little things in life that I enjoy. So to overcome my foul mood, I will pretend its warm, and admire a picture from Kouchiboquac National Park just to get me through this day. Oh! And Maybe a nice umbrella drink! Any suggestions?
Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/darciecameronlovesyoga