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Although winter’s grip still has it’s clutches on the prairies, there is an optimism that spring is just around the corner when March arrives.  Melting snow is a testament to the increasing warmth of the sun as every kid eagerly pulls out their rubber boots and takes the long route to and from school to crunch the thin crusts of ice that glaze the pooling moisture.  Whether March comes in like a lion or a lamb, March is full of optimism recognizing that the dormant season of winter is on its way out and the approaching spring is now brimming with the hope of new life and growth.
So it is for many, the most holy and anticipated religious holiday of the year is in view, Easter.  Precluding the holiday is the 40 day Lent season and this year it begins on March 9th and ends on the 23rd of April, the day before Easter.  For the religious and the not so, the lent season is a great time for soul-searching and a 40 day period of reflection.  It’s a time of discipline where many remove a pleasure from their lives for the 40 days, fasting as a sign of sacrifice.
One thing I found extremely interesting was that Mardi Gras or Carnival is a three day period preceding the beginning of Lent before Ash Weds (1st day of the Lenten season).  The Tuesday just before Ash Wednesday is called Shrove Tuesday, or more popularly known by the French as Mardi Gras, meaning ‘Fat Tuesday’ contrasting to the fasting of Lent. It is a period of celebration, a festival before Lent.
So this is the way I see it.  Pull out your rubber boots and rain jacket, call some friends over and enjoy some feasting and fun, have a parade, but keep in mind that for the following 40 days after, there will be a lot of introspection and disciplined living. By Easter you’ll be ready for another celebration.
Whatever you do, do it heartily as unto the Lord!
- Wanita

This is my midwinter melancholy muster…

Posted: February 22, 2011 by wanitaswords in Life, Wanita's Words
I remember when…
One born…two born; short 3 months…three years apart…
Two little tykes…
Backyard – fresh tilled ground, sultry summer’s day, glazed in dirt from tip to toe, smiles from ear to ear…
Firstborn…first day of school, early morning, younger brother just as proud, lunch box in hand and a ‘let’s get the show on the road’ kind of anticipation,
Baby boy…back steps, diaper clad, whittled wood sword in hand, ready to conquer
And then,
Soccer games, youthful flames and on the go…
Young man with diploma in hand, graduation day…
Second son, diploma in hand, deja vu…
Proud pop, happy mom…
milestones…a day in the lives of…
Skinned knees, bruised egos, growing pains
Friendships, relationships, …
Much more…from then to
Now…
Men but boys, boys to men,
Once on my knee, now grown to be..
On their own but never alone,
A father’s care, a mother’s prayers…
One altar bound…
love to share…room to care…
and so it is…
another day will come…
the circle grows.
Wanita

Time comes and go, humans come and go…but where do they go? Are they remembered or are they forgotten?  If they are remembered, for how long are they remembered, Decades, Centuries, Millenniums?  I have been thinking about life lately and wondered if I died today would I be remembered, would I be leaving a legacy behind of anything?  If so for what?  Well I think we all know the answer to that…myself just like most others in the world could probably honestly say that we probably would not be leaving a legacy behind of any type…I think we would be remembered but probably for a limited number of years, until immediate family passes, my guess is that mostly friends will remember for a year or two and then pretty much forget about you. – In thinking forward, I hope the day I die people will remember me as someone who had an impact on the world and the lives of others…today I don’t believe I have impacted a lot of people, but I know that there are opportunities and things I can do to ensure that the day I do die that I leave a legacy and will be remembered.

Mk
Ps. In no way am I planning on living a short life or dying anytime soon…but you do need to realize that death is one of those things no living being can escape…

There’s a certain lightness in leaving inhibitions behind and dancing…That something deep within than feels the music and channels the notes into synchronized expression.

My pre-teen years were spent in smallville Saskatchewan where the road leads to nowhere but to the town hall where all the locals gathered monthly for a good old fashioned country dance.  I think that’s where I developed a deep love for family, community and dancing.  The toddlers wore themselves out on the slick hardwood floors and then crawled into the piles of coats on the stage, out for the rest of the evening so the polka masters could sachet around the dance floor with precision and flare.  Giggles of laughter resounded to the rafters.  It was genuine authentic fun for the skilled craftsman of the dance to the couples who ‘cut up the rug’ just for the fun of it.  The waltz brought such grace and ease you couldn’t help but admire the effortless flow.  It was with genuine awe and admiration that I beheld such expertise. During my teen years, I thought that I would certainly pursue the dream of becoming a go-go dancer.  It was physical, exciting and the costumes were so hip!
With the airing of competitive dancing on television came the era of the professional dancers who have honed their skills to master the moves.  In the attainment of perfection, I perceive a loss of heart…
I think we can learn a lot from dancing.
May these words from Lee Ann Womack’s song bless your heart like they did mine…
I Hope You Dance
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty-handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance…I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin’ might mean takin’ chances but they’re worth takin’
Lovin’ might be a mistake but it’s worth makin’
Don’t let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin’ out reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance…I hope you dance
Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along.
Tell me who want to look back on their years and wonder
Where those years have gone.
I hope you dance…I hope you dance
I hope you dance.
- Wanita

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner for all of the lover’s out there…and if you’re looking for love, maybe cupid will pierce your heart with a zinger this year…For some it’s the catch of a lifetime and for other’s it’s catch and release.

There’s not a formula that equates into the perfect duo, but a little charm and chemistry begins the process through the hills and valleys, ups and downs of human relationship.  It isn’t without a price; ask my husband.  After 32 years, he’s still paying!  lol

One thing for sure, in a relationship based on love and respect; there is a lot of compromise.  For many situations, compromise is a dirty word that requires one to set aside their moral convictions but in terms of a marriage, compromise is an everyday decision that causes the lover to put aside his/her desires so that love will prevail.  The other day he wanted steak and had to compromise for the ‘tube’ version.  Now, that’s love!

Years ago we made a decision that has proved very wise…I laugh at his jokes and…he eats my cooking!

Although I consider myself a reasonably good cook, I think he got the better deal!  Some of his jokes are on the ‘sick and demented’ side, but because he is special…sometimes special needs,  I try and humour him with the odd sideways grin or a hearty guffaw.  Either way, he gets my attention.

A few things that I have learnt about love and relationship that may be of help to some are: get a dog to bring his slippers; the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach so learn to turn fridge leftovers into cuisine a la King; do the laundry so he doesn’t have to wear your thong underwear; make sure the remote for the TV is ready for sports surfing and sitting in hand’s reach of the lazy boy himself; and keep some eu de parfum in the bathroom to camouflage his eu de poo poo.

For sure, the up-side of any relationship is a good sense of humour with the ability to see past the stresses of each day.  The best advice that he still doles out occasionally is, “Joan, one bad day doesn’t make a lifetime!”  But I was wondering, “Do married people live longer than single ones, or does it only seem longer?”   Stephen Wright

Wanita

This is my editorial from this past week of January 20, 2011 – Enjoy  ~ Wanita’s Words

At this time of the year there’s nothing better than saturating oneself in fantasy…lounging on the sofa gazing tenatively into the tube.  Housewives all over escape their mundane days to travel to another world that is full of drama and excitement.  While ‘All My Children’ are at work playing out the ‘Days of our Lives’, the ‘Young and the Restless’ are trying to get a prescription at ‘General Hospital’ for ritalin from ‘The Doctors’ because they only have ‘One Life to Live’.  No wonder there’s no time to get the laundry done, dust and vacuum and still keep up with what Oprah and Drl Phil are up to…but things aren’t much different in the evenings of our lives.  I find myself in the same place at the same time gazing into McDreamy’s eyes while McSteamy is trying to save a life…(ps…don’t tell my husband) and now there’s a new sitcom with a McKiwi!  There’s almost too much eye candy…and you know that too much candy isn’t good for anyone.  ‘The Apprentice’ and ‘The Mentalist’ are ‘Fascinating People’ with ‘Criminal Minds’ that work at ‘The Office’ so ‘Judge Judy’ can see them in “The People’s Court’ to sentence them to take some therapy at a ‘Private Practise’. On another evening polygamist ‘Sister Wives’ are engaging in ‘Big Love’;  they are certainly not complying with state ‘Law and Order’. My cat races out of the room when “Doggy Day” comes on and I think she needs therapy, too!

My God!  What has this world come to!

What about those reality sitcoms that make our lives look like we live in a coma…my friends, ‘The Housewives of New York City’ should join forces with ‘TN Wrestling’.  We can get the scoop on ‘The Insider’ on what it’s like to be ‘Dancing with the Stars’ or ‘Skating with the Stars’ (depending on the weather).

As you probably have guessed, I am having way too much fun with this but the truth is, we all need an outlet to let go of the stresses of everyday life and a little escape via the tube can’t always be bad as long as we keep perspective…”Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader?”

New RitchWorld Contributors

Posted: January 24, 2011 by mkritch in She Says, Wanita's Words, Words From My Mouth

In good fashion and style…living life in a RitchWorld is also about sharing…thus I am going to start sharing my awesome RitchWorld blog with my Fiance Aya and also with my mother Joan who is an editor of a newspaper in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan.

The new categories which I will be adding are:

  • She Says - Aya will be sharing whats on her mind…Please don’t be surprised if they are warped, strange or completely throw you off guard.
  • Wanita’s Words – These will be my moms editorials on a weekly basis, there may be additional blogs from her as well. – I think my mom is a great writer and a good quirky thinker.

I am really thrilled to have my fiance and my mother join me in sharing their words with the world – I hope you enjoy them both as much as I do!

Please keep me posted on how you like them!
Mk